Paul heard the voice calling out to him. It sounded far away but he suspected that was to do with the horrible ringing in his ears.
"Mr President, you have to get up now!" The voice said. It belonged to John Milne, the only man Paul would trust with his life. He had taken a bullet in the shoulder for him during an assassination attempt a year earlier.
"What's happening?" Paul replied groggily. Had he been unconscious?
"One of the choppers crashed into ours. We're lucky to be alive. We're the only ones that made it i'm afraid sir." John said looking over at the Chief of Staff, who had a large piece of metal protruding from her heart. Her lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling.
He felt like he was hungover, though he had likely had a bad knock on the head when the chopper came down, Paul assumed. A small red drip streaked down his forehead and over his left cheek like a bloody tear.
"You're not badly hurt, you'll be fine sir but we have to go now !" John said as he unbuckled the President and helped him to his feet. The chopper wasn't too badly damaged but it certainly wouldn't fly again. It was a miracle it hadn't exploded on impact.
"Where the hell are we going, John?" Paul managed to say breathlessly as they exited the wrecked helicopter.
"Well," the agent started as he scanned his surroundings. They had come down next to the Marine Corps memorial in Arlington. There seemed to be nobody around, normal or otherwise, but the screams from down the road told a different story. "Our best bet is to head for the Pentagon it's just a couple miles south of here. My radio is busted so i'm in the dark as much as you are sir but there should be a helicopter there that can take you to Mount Weather hopefully."
"What do you mean hopefully?" The president said with a groan of pain as he wiped away blood from his forehead.
"No guarantees anybody is left there I'm afraid. The Pentagon staff may already have been evacuated to the Raven Rock complex . Even if it has been abandoned if nothing else we can call a rescue team from there."
"Lead the way then John. God help us" The President said shaking his head, struggling tomtskemin what was happening to his nation. He straightened his tie and dusted his slightly torn suit jacket as they started off towards the Pentagon.
A man slowly but surely staggered up the grass wearing a tattered Police uniform, a hideous gash on his neck the only sign John needed to know this man was a threat . The infected police officers' gun was missing from his holster as was his baton. At least the cop had gone down with a fight, John thought to himself as he raised his sidearm and squeezed the trigger. One shot, one kill.
And then the rest came...