We could be together and do things, or just talk, or just hold hands during a drive, where we enjoyed the bond we shared. Our weekend coming up was go...ng to be romantic, and a bit wild. By not being at each other all of the time, our special alone times became a little wanton, where we could really express passion.Now, with the promise of an hour or so alone this afternoon in Bills private "study" over their garage, we were priming ourselves for a hot, albeit short, time.When we got back to St. I could buzz him in if I knew he was there, but we didn't have cell phones in those days. Then I noticed his radio again. My UHF radio was hardwired in the boat, and used the boats power. His was one of the smaller ones that is designed to be portable and has its own attached battery pack. I asked him if his radio would be operational after he picked it up from the repair shop. He said the battery was fully charged and that it would work fine. I gave him my radio call sign, and told him to call. . “Yes and no. Better to just get it out of the way I guess.” We don't talk again until we get to our destination. "Sushi?" he asks looking to me. "Sure," I reply and we go inside. We get seated at a table on the far end of the room and wait for our server. I shake my head at him. “What?” he asks. "We couldn’t go for cheap cheeseburgers?" He scoffs. “This isn’t a date, Chanel. You said you’d join me and I want sushi.” I nod my head at his response, secretly relieved. “Fair enough.” He. .. An idea crossed his mind, born of popular culture and a clever book entitled 'The Zombie Survival Guide'. The description matched almost perfectly, besides the snarling and the almost clever way in which the thing attacked. He turned around, discarded the gory mess of a crowbar, observing the bridge, gathering intel reports and data files (same thing, lol), finding the story of what happened aboard this vessel...Summary: A total of fifty four individuals had left Port Kirstan a week before..