"Who are you?" said the President.
"Me? I'm just a nobody," the Japanese man said as he stepped forward. "Though I do have something I need from you."
He smiled faintly.
"Your nukes."
The corridor went silent.
Even with the alarms screaming across the underground facility and the distant sounds of infected slaughtering personnel deeper inside the complex, those two words still landed heavily.
The President stared at him in disbelief.
"…What?"
The man continued walking calmly across the blood-covered hallway, stepping over severed bodies and shattered rifles like they were nothing more than debris on the floor.
Behind him, the zombies remained still.
Completely still.
Dozens of infected crowded the corridor entrance, twitching and snarling softly beneath the flashing emergency lights, yet none of them advanced any further.
They were waiting.
Obeying.
The realization made the surviving Secret Service agents visibly tense.
