President Barack Obama and I were attempting to survive the zombie apocalypse. He chose a shotgun as his weapon and I elected to fight with a pistol. This did me little good, however, and I was quickly outnumbered. To save me the pain of being eaten, Obama adminstered to me a large dose of horse tranqulizer from the dart gun concealed in his secret Presidential ankle holster. This makes him the most considerate U.S. President I have met in my dreams so far.