<div align="center">(http://s28.postimg.org/n1s3ma21p/losangeles.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Little did everyone in Los Angeles know that while they were having a pretty bad day, so was the POTUS. At some point this morning, the Secret Service was going to have to put a couple of bullets in the president's head. Or, they would have to if they wanted to stop him from eating his children. There would be several members of the inner cabinet that would be having equally bad mornings. Not many people considered the bare truths that came with a pandemic of this skill. Presidents, generals, mayors, and governors all had great titles, but a title was just that. The men and women who held such titles were still humans and their immune systems were just as susceptible to disease as any other.<br/><br/>Today there would be no call for order. But the United States government had a plan. Not many people knew about CONOP 8888, but it existed and it was viewable to the general public. Such was the passionate belief of an impending zombie apocalypse, that the government had decided to great a contingency operation plan for the event, should such a cataclysm arise. At this moment, the individuals in such power as to be considered responsible for the order and sanctity of the United State and of course those who were capable of even caring for it, were in the process of Phase 1 of CONPLAN 8888 Operational Phases. Right now, those who were well enough to perform such duties were gathering intelligence from their various sources. Unbeknownst to the American public, Phase 1 had been going on for five days now.<br/><br/>Governor Chase Loudry of California sat in his secondary office, well outside of Los Angeles. He hadn't been here before, but due to the wide spread nature of the epidemic the President had ordered him there. Him and any others in similar positions of power. It had been a day and a half since Gov'nor Loudry had heard from the President. He hadn't been immune either. From his office at an undisclosed location, the Governor watched the split screen of his television as it spewed images from Los Angeles, San Diego, and San Francisco, showing flickering scenes of expanding chaos from the daring cameramen who were caught somewhere in the middle.<br/><br/>The streets of LA looked increasingly worrisome. There were crowds of people, some of them were those raging psycho's he had seen earlier in the morning. It was weird how assholes like that seemed to group up together. Like, even in their mindless, hungry state they sought each other out like a pack of wolves. That made them dangerous. Then there were the others, the ones that he could find no other word for but to call them actual<em>zombies</em>. There weren't as many of them yet. But that was the key word...yet. Loudry turned from his screen and spit a sunflower seed into the ashtray on his desk. He was freaked out, but he was safe. Everyone who was with him right now had already been sick and had overcome the illness, including himself.<br/><br/>It was going to be a madhouse by nightfall and he hated that he'd have to sit there and watch it happen. He was ensuring that the news media was putting out stories, letting the public know that things were under control. There was an immunization (a lie) and the CDC was going to start mobilizing centers around the city to administer the immunizations. That bit of information would come out after lunch.<br/><br/>He had to get the police under control. Right now most of them were split up in squads, caught in the unexpected, ghastly turn of events this morning. Loudry's attention went back to the TV. Someone was setting fires already. "Fucking prick!" he shouted in a disgusted tone as he watched some shops on Flower Street catching fire. This shot was courtesy of a news helicopter.<br/><br/><br/>(Cam, DJ, Melody)<br/><br/>A couple dozen people ran in front of the van that the group had climbed into. Some of them had baseball bats, they shot a glare at DJ's group, their sharp eyes assessing them as a potential threat. When no one made any kind of move, they looked away and crossed the street. They had blood spattering on them, but beyond that sharp, critical look to them, they didn't seem like much of a concern to people like DJ.<br/><br/>The group could see some other cars on the street. They were driving swiftly, well above the speed limit, one of them displaying a prominent smear of blood across the hood and roof - Mr. Ho's blood to be specific. The car pulled up to a drug store not far from where the van was parked and two guys got out. They carried baseball bats and smashed the glass door of the store, then went inside. And so, the looting would begin.