[ She shrugs and tilts her head in consideration; that makes some sense, although Zoey has to wonder what this guy would do if they were in a tough spot. Would he just leave her for dead? ]

Fair enough, I guess.

[ As they walk through, she glances around, trying to find ammo or painkillers or anything else they might find useful. She stops at a shelf, peering through to check thoroughly. ]

Doesn't it get boring, though? I mean, I guess there are more important things to worry about in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, but--