With his victory complete the President could now accept the laurels from the horde.
The doors of the treasuries were flung open as the horde cried out their obedience.
But the time for celebration was short as the Sickness was about to strike again.
A storm like no other raged, the cheering horde was left to bear the brunt of that which the Sickness wrought upon them.
The Infected know of nothing but the pursuit of relief when faced with the horrors of infirmity.
The President knew the storm was the signal to flood the world with sacrifice.
And he knew where to find them.