"I know what to do," I declared. My eyes glanced through those military delegates who were eager to hear what they wanted to hear.
Kill the terrorists, no matter the cost.
I was about to announce my decision when the sound of explosion surrounded my senses. It took me a second to comprehend what that was but I was too late. The White House was under attack. The ceiling was about to collapse but instincts took over and I dodged the chunk that was falling down. But not all were lucky, as I happen to step on someone's hand. Looking closely, it was the defense secretary.
The building rumbled again and there were screams of horror. I, the President of USA, felt utterly helpless in rescuing those people as self preservation kicked in.
"Save yourself. You can only help your people by staying alive."
After convincing myself, I ran to the garden. Cries and shouts surrounded me but I paid no attention to the chaos in favour of telling someone that I survived.
Just as I was about to do that, I was muffled. And the next thing I know is darkness.
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