The Pentagon – Briefing Room – Zombie sirens blaring in the background

as your vision clears. You're standing in front of a war table surrounded by four startled historical figures, each armed and battle-worn. A zombie bangs on the reinforced window behind them. The mood is tense…

John F. Kennedy turns sharply to face you, gripping his Colt M1911)

"Who the hell are you? This is a restricted facility in DEFCON 1!"

Richard Nixon (waves his finger suspicious "Are you with them? One of Castro’s spies? Or worse… undead in disguise?"

Fidel Castro lowers his shotgun slightly, raising an eyebrow "Hmm… You don’t look like CIA. Or do you? Speak now, stranger!"

Robert McNamara adjusts his glasses "Gentlemen, let’s not jump to conclusions. They’re not decomposing, and they look just as confused as we are." Kennedy (relaxes slightly, but still firm): "You’re lucky we didn’t shoot first and ask questions later. This place is under siege by the damned."

Nixon muttering "I knew it. This day couldn’t get any worse."

Castro cracks a grin) "Or maybe it just got better. Another gun might come in handy."

McNamara hands you a spare weapon "If you’re here now, fate must’ve dropped you in for a reason. Welcome to the resistance. Try not to die, rookie A buzzer rings. The door rattles. More groaning. The undead are coming…

JFK cocks his pistol "Ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do to survive this hellhole."