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According to the agent, all of D.C. and most of the east coast were filled with thousands of reanimated corpses. The rest of the globe was in the same, deplorable state.
    All of the news was mind-numbing, but the one tidbit that sent Ronald into an almost catatonic state was the CDC. According to Agent Coleman, the only hope to figure out what was bringing the dead back to life was gone. Somehow, several of the undead made it inside, and within three hours, the high-tech Atlanta facility was nothing more than an overpriced mausoleum.
    Ronald felt his stomach churn. The antacids weren’t helping.
    So much for worrying about how to handle ISIS. Or immigration issues. Or the economy. Or healthcare. Or global warming. Gun control. Violence in the streets. The world just collapsed in on itself. Will I even have a country to run before this nightmare ends?
    He stood and moved through the throng of agents, all of whom ignored Collette’s outburst. Most were too busy staring out the windows, watching the chaos unfold on the streets of Manhattan. The remainder of them lugged suitcases out the front door, on their way to the roof.
    “Darling, don’t worry. These men are professionals. They will take care of our needs, including making sure our treasures are pampered and secured.”
    Agent Coleman, who’d been assigned to guard them the minute Ronald won the Democratic nomination, scowled. “Sir, we aren’t your local movers. We are here to gather essential items only. We leave in five minutes. The helicopter just landed on the roof.”
    Collette’s eyes narrowed into small slits. When angry, they turned from lime green to vibrant teal. Ronald knew a verbal explosion was about to spew from her silicone-plumped lips. Agent-in-Charge Coleman was about to have about three pounds of his ass ripped off from a mouth full of enough dental work to buy a small house.
    “How dare you! You do realize I’m the First Lady, correct?”
    Agent Coleman’s face was bright red, a thin sheen of sweat glistened on the top of his lip. He no longer wore his jacket, and the stains of perspiration discolored the white of his shirt under the armpits. Though he’d been busy barking orders and instructions to the other men, he had yet to raise his voice to either of the Krump’s.
    Until now.
    Agent Coleman grabbed Collette by the arm and shoved her toward the bedroom. “I am well aware of your title, Mrs. Krump. But, if we don’t get you both out of here and safely underground, you won’t have to worry about what expensive ensemble to wear to President Krump’s inauguration. Dead people don’t concern themselves with such trivial events.”
    The look of shock on Collette’s face would have made Ronald chuckle any other time. Her face was stretched tight from numerous facelifts and countless injections of chemical fillers. The only way to really tell if she was angry was the color of her eyes. Ronald was the only one who’d ever spoken to Collette in such a rude manner, and it never boded well when he did. Credit card charges skyrocketed and their bedroom became colder than the grave.
    Even though he agreed one-hundred percent with Agent Coleman, Ronald felt the need to come to his wife’s defense. Halfheartedly, he said, “Coleman, please don’t address my wife in such a—”
    “You truly are a pompous, arrogant buffoon! And you,” Agent Coleman turned his attention to Collette. “Are the most self-centered, fake, plastic-riddled bitch I’ve ever met. If I didn’t love my country so much, and ache for what’s happening to her, I’d say I’m glad this happened before the likes of either of you defiled the hallowed grounds of the White House. It sickens me to no end the rest of the succession line is dead! Even the Secretary of Homeland Security, who was nothing but a political puppet with no discernible brain power and a major coke-fiend, would have been a better option than you. Now, fucking move your privileged, lily-white asses