Harper is on TV. Oh, so that's why there is a TV?

I looked at the Zombies. "Where's Harper? Where's the rest?" I asked them, but as always, no answer. Then one of them grabbed the TV remote and turned on the TV. As it flickered to life I saw.... Harper? I looked at her through a hand held camera. She was sitting in a car. She had the same attire as she had during the procession through town. She wore a silk face veil covering her nose and mouth, a tiara, loose see-through silk pantaloons. She had rings on her toes and fingers, anklets on her feet and bracelets on her arms. A pearl necklace was hung around her throat in addition to the dog collar all of the Zombies wore. She also had braided hair. If not for the fact that she was basically naked except for the see through clothing and jewelry, she would have looked somewhat regal.

I saw she was sitting in a car. The angle was such that the person filming must be seated in the front passenger seat, turning backwards and filming her as she was sitting in the middle of the backseat. She was going somewhere, and I didn't know where. I had no clue. Somehow, the Zombies had made a live feed of Harper. Filming her, I assumed, live. I was kinda captivated by all this. What did it mean? I focused on the screen, trying to figure something out. My stomach growled again, and I got a gentle tap on my shoulder. I looked to my right and a naked Zombie (except the dog collar around her neck) was holding a tray with food for me. The food looked delicious. It was a dinner. It made my mouth water. It was Bouillabaisse - A rich, flavorful French seafood stew made with various fish, shellfish, leeks, tomatoes, fennel, and saffron, served with crusty bread. On the tray, the Zombie carried a bowl with the stew and some pieces of bread.

Fuck. Maybe they put something weird in the stew. But fuck it. I'm hungry, I'm tied to this chair. I have no option. I just have to 'bite the bullet' so to speak. I said to myself as I did a heavy sigh. I opened my mouth. The Zombie brought a spoon of stew into my mouth and I swallowed. It was good food. I hope nothing was wrong with it. The Zombie continued to feed me as I watched the TV displaying Harper. The other sex slaves.... ehmm.... I meant Zombies... The two Zombies on my left and right continued to fan me with silk clothing. They had been doing this all this time, except when one stopped to comfort me by rubbing my chin in compassion. Honestly, it seemed kinda pointless. "You know... it's kinda pointless for you to fan me like that? Those fabrics hardly move any air at all." I scoff at them. They don't react.

Something is happening on the TV. Harper takes something from the camera woman. It's a picture. Firstly, I'm confused. But I guess it makes sense. It's a picture of a woman. She looks young. Maybe the plan to Zombiefy her? Probably. I look as she holds the picture to the camera. The woman looks maybe in her early 20s? 19? 18? She has a blue dress jacket over her blouse and small pin on her chest of the American flag. Her blonde hair is straight and clearly styled. She smiles, but it's more like a smile for the camera. I feel I faintly recognize this woman.... this girl.... have I seen her before?

The puzzle clicks once a second picture appears on the TV screen. Harper takes a paper from the camera woman once again. She shows the paper on camera. There it is! It's a picture of the president of the USA, William Stratton, and the father of the girl in the previous photo.

I see a smirk form on Harper's otherwise expressionless face. I gulp. Things are about to get really heated from here. I sigh heavily and close my eyes. "No half measures here, eh?" I say into the room. I am met with utter and total silence.