Washington DC. USA.
"This is to inform you all that all the safehouses across the United States of America had been occupied. All are now full to stupor that they are at the verge of puking. So, it's of great regret that we say to you that no one would be admitted into the safehouses anymore. Only those who are in the safehouses are safe from the evil of the machines. As you can all see, we can use our technological products, including our mobile phones and broadcasting system we brought in while at the claws of death. In this safehouse, you have a freedom. You can do whatever you want and use whatever you want without the fear of being crushed. This news is coming from one of the safehouses in Washington DC. All the citizens that are out there are implored at their own mercy and need to survive, to steer clear of whatever would bring death to you. Whether by the machines or not. Stay alive for as long as you can. If you can make safehouses, go ahead and do that too. And if you find the Professor, follow him. News has it that, his folks are still very much alive. Stay alive. Americans do. God bless America."
The president stepped off the elevated spot he had been standing. Only his officials were with him in that part of the safehouse.
The safehouse has several rooms and intervals and all had been filled by the populace. Though the government had claimed that there would be enough food for the populace in there, but you could tell that there would be highly restricted measure that would be meted.
There were basically three layers of the safehouses. Twas divided as you do a storey building.
The last floor housed the president and few of his officials. Only five of the governor's were with him and few other government officials relevant to his office.
The care there was five star plus the view of the outside. There was enough food and there was a mysterious way of water supply.
The water was tapped from the underground directly below the spot where the safehouse was situated.
The pipes and cables that ensured the floor of water was in the safehouse. The alien machines wouldn't have an idea, they guessed.
The second floor had the lawyers, the press and many other folks from Moscow and several other countries who had visited the president but couldn't return to their countries because of the malady.
There was enough supply for them too. They were well attended to and doctors had been provided for all the layers of the safehouse.
The down floor, as you would guess, belonged to the masses. The supply of food was enough too but the breathing space was gaunt.
The government had tried as much as possible to take in few people who would be catered for perfectly. But you know what's with humans.
A typical person has a loved one and that loved one had a loved one, making a three, nine and a thousand, three thousand.
According to the claim of the president, the food provision would last for a year.
And of course the malady should had been over by then.
They guessed.