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The White House stood, majestic as ever, at an angle on the muddy ground. Tall, cloaked figures were digging long and narrow trenches in the mud as sirens rang out throughout the city.
The President, Luis, stared worriedly out a window without opening it, of course. All the windows had been partially boarded up after the vampires had taken over the White House lawn.
“They’re using laser artillery, Mr. President!” a White House butler shouted. “Get under your desk!” President Luis ducked under his finely polished mahogany desk just as a beam of green light hit the window, sending shards of heated glass all around the room.
The impressively gigantic armoire in the corner shook as three Secret Service agents came running—the few who were still loyal to the President. Most of the others had gone over to the dark side.