This is a fanfic by Surfer.
Characters (in order of introduction)
- The President (Minor) - A mysterious man who runs the United States of America
- The General (Minor) - An unnamed general and a strong believer that the US should help countries ravaged by the zombie apocalypse.
The night was dark, and rain beat down on the window of the room where one of the most powerful people in the world sat.
"Sir, we can't go on this way," said a man who was leaning over a desk. He had a slight drawl, clearly from growing up in the Southern United States. "The fate of the United States and the world is in the balance. As Commander-in-Chief you need to--"
"General, I've already told you!" the other man said with a forceful voice. "It is not, and never has been, in my job description to but into countries we have no jurisdiction in."
"You coward," he said quietly.
The other man stood up. "What gives you the right to come into my office and call me, the President of the United States, a coward?" he exclaimed, his voice rising. "And just because I don't want to put American lives at risk by sending troops into countries ravaged by a highly contagious disease. My job is to protect the American people first, other countries second."
"Our troops are willing to help those people," said the General. "This disease isn't going to stop in Africa. It's already moved to the Middle East and it's threatening Europe. Europe! How long is it until it makes it's way across the sea? We need to contain it and find a cure before it's too late."
"I've made my decision, and it's final," said the President.
"Mr. President, I'm telling you, this is consequential to the fate of the country and the world," the General said, his gruff voice suddenly soft, scared even.
"My decision is final," the President repeated. But he had no idea how quickly the General's prophecy would come to pass.