Washington, D.C. From his position inside the M1A1 tank, Major Casey Remington surveyed the devastation on Pennsylvania Avenue on a monitor displaying a live video feed of what transpired outside. He’d never seen anything like it, that was for sure. A full-on war zone raged on U.S. soil—in the U.S. capital city, no less. Unbelievable. Yet his monitor didn’t lie. The pain-addled screams of his soldiers didn’t lie. The firefight raging outside the White House fence didn’t lie. Most of all, the hellish menagerie of prehistoric animals with their cohort of zombie-like humanoids Did Not Lie. For just a moment he thought of his daughter, of Olivia who hadn’t even been named a few short days ago. He thought of his wife, thought of the millions of Americans glued together with the common emotion of fear. Not since 9/11 had so many the world over been focused on the same thing, but he knew this was it, this was different.
