Meanwhile, in the United States Cheyenne Mountain Complex, Colorado. President William Barry was reading a report passed to him by the department heads. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as fatigue started to set in. Even though he was running a country that was overrun with zombies, there were still constitutional duties that he needed to perform, for the future stability of the country.
But, he still hoped that someone would get him out of this paperwork. As if someone was answering his prayer, his National Security Advisor approached him from behind.
"Mr. President, can I have a moment of your time?" the NSA asked respectfully, noticing the weariness in the President's posture.
President Barry looked up with a slight sense of relief, "Of course, what is it?"
