[ WP ] Write a horror story . Difficulty : the protagonist has a fully functional cell-phone with them at all times .

The President ran from the deserted west wing. Where was his staff? He looked left, he looked right, he looked up and down because why not. The president was nothing if not thorough. He had won his campaign by being thorough. And by using big words, like umpton-terriosim ( # trademarked ) to describe the entirely new form of terrorism that only he had discovered. This is when foreign religious people ate your chicken nuggets while you weren ’ t looking. 
 
 POTUS entered the White House and began looking into every room he came across. The Red Room, empty. The Blue Room and the Green Room, both empty. The super secret Magenta Crayon Room, empty but the disco ball was still grooving. This room was new, POTUS designed it himself, used only the best people of course. He got Congress to pay for it by telling them he needed the money for Meals on Wheels expansions. Who doesn ’ t love Meals on Wheels? The President, that ’ s who. 
 
 The President entered the East Wing. He had never been in here before and had no idea what the East Wing was used for. He just assumed it was storage space. He gave an interview to the New York Times last week and they asked him if the First Lady had set up her office there yet. He had no idea what they were talking about so he responded: “ Best office, yuge office, not a Russian Office. Do you have any contacts for a giant disco ball? ” 
 
 Potus stopped in a hallway somewhere in the East Wing. He found his staff. Well, they had actually found him. All of his staff, all 15 of them, were now shuffling toward him. Some had bite marks on their necks or checks. Some had limbs at odd angles, like their limbs had been smashed. And all of them were saying the same thing: Brains! Brains! The undead have come to the capital. It was now up to the President to save the Republic. 
 
 He quickly got out his cell phone and called security. He had hired these people himself, he knew they would take action. They answered on the 5th ring. “ This is the President, get up here! The zombie invasion has started. ” 
 
 “ MAGA! ” they responded and then promptly hung up the phone 
 
 That was ok, POTUS had plenty of numbers to call. He called Congress. “ Stop your bickering! There are zombies in the White House right now! Gather up all the dead bills you guys have n't passed in the last 6 years and let's start a bonfire! ” 
 
 “ Can ’ t, ” came the reply. 
 
 “ What! ” 
 
 “ Deadlocked, sorry. ” The line was disconnected. 
 
 He called the Supreme Court, knowing that their wisdom would serve him in this time of need. 
 “ Hey, yeah it ’ s me, the dude. Look, we have a situation here. Our government is about to be over run. You guys and gals need to rally the troops and let ’ s kick some ass! ” 
 
 “ Sure, ” came the response. “ We will see you in about 11 months. ” The justices hung up the phone. 
 
 The zombies continued to chase the president who scrambled to the basement. He made it to the situation room and quickly locked the door. 
 
 “ What can I do now? ” he thought. Then, a genius idea came to him. 
 
 He once again got his phone out. His little thumbs began typing faster than the lawsuits that showed up on the day that he was elected. Twitter. Twitter would save the world. In all caps he wrote: 
 
 “ DISGUSTING! UNDEAD INVADE HEALTH CARE. SAD! BAD HOMBRES. NEED ZOMBIE WALL! 
 # socalledjudge # wiretapped # yuge # maralago 
 @ hotivanka ” 
 
 He pressed the tweet button and waited for help to arrive. 
 
 None did.
