Sylar took a seat at the head of the table. He thought it'd be good to appear as the one in charge. "This man, Remy wasn't it?" He asked. "He is completely right. We need to set up a rule system, a form of government. A democratic way to ensure that everyone follows the same rules in order to ensure everyone's safety. It's quiet now as everyone is still trying to comprehend what has happened. But soon, things are going to break down. It will get chaotic as individuals being to steal and fight and even kill one another. We can't have that. I say we establish a form of leadership within this community and work together to create something that will ensure the safety of ourselves as well as our family and friends. And only then, can we decide what our next priority should be."

He had once written speeches for the most powerful man in the world, but that now seemed like a lifetime ago. He had been on stage when it happened; The Reaping. He watched the PotUS drop limp to the ground. His first thought was a heart attack as he rushed to his side. However, when he looked to the Secret Service as well as the audience for assistance, he realized that most of them had fallen out as well. It wasn't long before the man whom he'd devoted the majority of his life, and the entirety of his career to rose back from the dead and lunged at him. He'd had to rip a pistol from one of the Secret Servicemen's holster and put his Commander-in-Chief down.

He had taken the holster as well as a few mags and fled out the back of the stage as the other zeds feasted on the few audience members who weren't fortunate enough be among the "reaped".

That didn't matter now, though. He and his wife had made it here, to Nathanson, and he was determined to do whatever he could to ensure the survival of his family and everyone else who had come here with him.