We left the RV a few minutes later after we had all changed into our wetsuits, and I made sure to put it and everything else back into my space. The last thing that I needed was for the commander to think that he could enter my place without permission. Let alone think that he could take anything.
Let's face it; normally, the thief is the first one to cry, thief. And he has already accused us of having sticky fingers.
Not wanting to deal, or be seen by the military, the guys and I made sure to pick a section of the beach far away from the Navy base. I looked at the guys nervously as I went far enough into the water to get my ankles wet. I didn't want to be dragged under again by a zombie, and honestly, even this far into the water had my heart pounding.
