October 1, 1968
It was a dark and stormy night in Washington D.C and Richard Nixon was sitting in a meeting in the bowels of The Pentagon.
"Sir you approval ratings are at an all time low, people are calling for the withdrawal of troops from Vietnam" his assistant Nigel told him as Nixon was sitting in his favorite chair smoking a Cigar.
"IT's those damned hippies, there ruining this country!" he yelled, his fist slamming onto the table.
"Sir you can't blame hippies for everything" Nigel said tentatively. Before Nixon could answer the intercom went off.
"Mr President where being attacked, there Everywhere!" the voice said panicky." Oh my god there coming through the windows, no stay away. AHHHH!" the voice was suddenly cut off. Nixon got up and headed for the back of the room.
"Sir where are you going?" Nigel asked .
"Nigel drastic times call for drastic measures" he said as he pushed a button on the wall revealing a room full of guns. "Choose a weapon Nigel" he said as he grabbed two pistols, a M16 with a M203 grenade launcher attached, a machete and a sawed off shotgun.
"Ok" he said as he approached the wall. Nigel had never fired a gun in his life, nor had he ever been close to this many before. He grabbed a shotgun. The two men then left the room, to see what was going on. As they entered the hallway they could see that the pentagon was in chaos, dead bodies filled the hallways as people were running around being chased by zombies.
"Looks like where dealing with the undead Nigel, aim for the head" he then blasted a zombies head clean off as one approached him. Nigel tried to do the same but the recoil from the shotgun knocked him off his feet.
"Die hippie scum!" Nixon yelled as he killed five more zombies, he then helped Nigel of the ground.
"Lets keep moving" he motioned for Nigel to follow him. Nigel followed Nixon in a hurried pace not wanting to get left behind.
coming soon Chapter 2