[ WP ] Life after the zombie apocalypse

Houston. A city in reconstruction. A early century Nissan Titan, black in color, strolls down a street, the driver decked in a blazer. He's part of a motorcade, one of several vehicles checking on the status of the city's infrastructure. 
 
 A figure wanders into the road. Gray skin, missing an arm, his eyes pale. The truck rolls to a stop. A man in a thick duster approached, slapping a snare around the figures neck. 
 
 The ranger gave the motorcade a wave, dragging the undead away despite raspy pleading of starvation. The motorcade passed through. 
 
 Approaching city hall, they find a checkpoint. Lots of `` IF YOU ENCOUNTER A STARVER'' signs. A Marine in urban BDUs approached, raising a tactical mask. `` About that time again, sir?'' `` Yeah.'' the driver remarked, lighting a cigarette. 
 
 The convoy moved on until it was before the stairs to the government building. The VIP was escorted out, guided by attendants. 
 The mayor stood at the top of the stairs, gazing through a burned eye. 
 
 `` Director.'' he spoke, adjusting his cuff link. 
 `` Mayo-... Overseer.'' `` What brings you to my fair home?'' `` The infected.'' `` I'm not surprised.'' he stepped into the building, followed by his guests. `` They're not much of a problem-'' 
 
 `` That's my concern. We've been conducting sweeps, trying to find the last of them.''. `` Houston is down to five reanimations a day. We're doing almost as good as Austin and a thousand times better than Jindal's No-Mzn's-land-'' he spoke with a fervor, turning to his guest. 
 
 `` I did n't come to rile you.'' 
 
 `` Then why did you?'' 
 
 `` There's been a second outbreak in brazil.'' 

