I Have a Dream. (A very bad dream.)
Zombies hit the Obama administration and they hit it hard. The Secret Service did what they could, but they couldn't possibly have been prepared for wave after wave of the undead. And those brave guys in the Capitol Police went down fighting. By the time Homeland Security had mobilized, it was too late. The White House was gone.
Thank God my wife was safe.
We were there for some state dinner. Everybody was dressed nice and we were all expecting a quiet evening. Then the zombies busted in. There were screaming people and broken glass everywhere. There was spilled wine and blood everywhere. It was such a mad crowded rush that you couldn't tell the guests from the partycrashers until they were right on top of you. I have no idea how many bodies we scrambled over just to make it to higher ground. Eventually though, we rallied around The Capital Building and made our stand. The last of those shamblers went down under my flamethrower less than 48 hours after the attack had begun.
Damn clumsy assassination attempt.
I'm gonna make them sumb!tches at Halliburton pay though.
I'll make 'em pay.