What a dumb goff! She absolutely deserved to die.
She had fallen face-first onto the paved walkway leading to the White House, and I knelt to the ground to roll over the body.
How could anyone be that dumb? First to threaten the president, and then to charge at a federal officer?
And without a weapon?
What was that idiot thinking?
The first thought to cross my mind was, fleetingly, about how I'd finally get that promotion over Smith. He hadn't deserved it last time, and now that I'd bagged a real intruder - a real threat to American security - there's no way they could pass me over this time.
I shook my head as if it would wash away my selfish impulses. My first thought should've been to call this in.
I pressed a button on my ear device and heard the cackling of the background static.
"Control, I've downed an intruder on my side. One casualty outside the building."
"Affirmative," came their terse reply. The static ended and I was once again struck by the silent ambiance of the afternoon.
My eyes gave one final sweep across the perimeter for any furtive holdouts - any potential accomplices the criminal may have had - but sure enough, she was as dumb as I thought she was and had assaulted the White House without any backup.
It would be back to the boring afternoon, but at least I didn't have to stand in silence any longer. I pressed a different button on my earpiece and began to bask in the glorious melody of The Smiths' Bigmouth Strikes Again.
Looking at the rotting corpse in front of me, I wondered how long it would take for the cleanup crew to arrive. I'd heard that there was some commotion out front, too; hopefully Smith hadn't bagged an intruder on his end, or else I'd miss that promotion after all. Darn it all!
The corpse started to get up, and…wait, what!? I was sure I'd bagged that thing. Sunk a bullet right through its heart!
The zombie staggered, swaying listlessly from side to side. It began to approach me, and I considered my options. I'd already shot it right through the heart, so bullets must not work on zombies. I'd have to try something else.
My heartbeat quickened and my mind raced, calculating all options while still processing the surreal notion that a zombie was approaching me. I was engaged in lethal combat with the undead, and horror drenched my thoughts into a murky, nebulous cloud.
The zombie slowly lifted its head towards me, revealing its eyes to be…
…not undead at all. The creature looked nothing like a zombie at all - in fact, it looked identical to the girl who had charged me just minutes before.
She opened her jaw and lunged at me, gouging my neck and siphoning…my blood? It was as if she were some sort of vampire, and yet her teeth had been perfectly straight and white. I started to reach again for my firearm, but the draining energy…
I collapsed on the ground, bloodless, never to wake again.