CHATBOT: Title: Presidents of the Apocalypse INT. OVAL OFFICE - DAY PRESIDENT SAMUELSON sits at the RESOLUTE DESK, looking grim. Behind him, a television displays footage of ZOMBIES devouring the living. Beside him, the VICE PRESIDENT, CHIEF OF STAFF, and the SECRETARY OF DEFENSE huddle together. PRESIDENT SAMUELSON (whispers) God help us... It's the end of times. VICE PRESIDENT What do we do, Mr. President? Suddenly, a SECRET SERVICE AGENT bursts into the room, panting. SECRET SERVICE AGENT Mister President! We found them! INT. WHITE HOUSE - LINCOLN BEDROOM - DAY A row of PRESIDENTIAL CYBORGS in various historical outfits - WASHINGTON, LINCOLN, ROOSEVELT, and KENNEDY - stand proudly in the room, waiting to be activated. PRESIDENT SAMUELSON Gentlemen, welcome back. Our nation needs you now more than ever. LINCOLN (activating a hidden ax in hat) Four score and seven years ago, we assumed no such zombie apocalypse. ROOSEVELT (mocking) Speak softly, and carry a big stick... of dynamite! KENNEDY (loads shotgun, smirks) Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do to exterminate zombies for your country! WASHINGTON (ejecting blades from wrists) I cannot tell a lie - I am ready for battle. INT. WHITE HOUSE BUNKER - DAY All five Presidents and their advisors strategize around a large table, littered with WEAPONS and outdated MILITARY TECH. PRESIDENT SAMUELSON This is our last stand. We must protect the White House, and our beloved country until our dying breath. VICE PRESIDENT (noticing a syringe) Mr. President, what's this? PRESIDENT SAMUELSON It's a serum created by our top scientists. If injected, one becomes immune to the zombie virus. SECRETARY OF DEFENSE How many do we have? PRESIDENT SAMUELSON One. In case of absolute emergency, only. They exchange understanding glances. The war begins. EXT. WHITE HOUSE LAWN - DUSK ZOMBIES are closing in on the White House. Our five Presidents, now armed and geared with advanced armor, prepare for battle. KENNEDY Who wants to go for a little zombie hunting? ROOSEVELT (mocking) Bully! The Presidents charge into battle, heroically slashing and blasting their way through the zombie hordes. INT. WHITE HOUSE - NIGHT The struggle continues inside where zombies have infiltrated the White House, proving too numerous for the Presidents. Weakened and wounded, they retreat. INT. WHITE HOUSE BUNKER - NIGHT The Presidents regroup in the bunker, battered and bruised, but not broken. PRESIDENT SAMUELSON We are holding them off, b...