This is an idea that suddenly occored to me in biology class. It is the prolouge and not at all good, esp. the first paragraph, which is just a ong, rambling mess. I know that I need to prolong it, and it needs to improve by 100%. Tear it to shreds!
Gun shots rang through the air as General Ling waited for the fight to be over. As commander of America’s strongest army base, he knew that it would only be a matter of time until everyone in the lab had either surrendered or was killed. General Ling and his recruits were at a secret Chinese lab in south-west China, near Kunming. There was rumor that the Chinese government was funding a secret project to create a Perfect, something that could be used to over-come America’s troop. The Perfects would whip out America’s forces and allow China to become the more-dominant country. While General Ling was, in fact, Chinese himself, he knew that if the Chinese succeeded, then darkness would fall upon the world. He knew that China probably had good intentions, but if America fell, then thousands upon thousands would become, homeless, hungry, and helpless. Nothing would stop the terrorists from attacking and further weakening America, then do who-knows-what kind of terror to the East.
General Ling was dragged out of his thoughts by one of his solders saluting him and saying, “We have gained entrance to the lab, sir.”
“Very good,” said General Ling. “Let us enter.”
With a brigade of armed forces leading the way so as to be able to fight against a possible ambush, General Ling and Colonel Smith headed inside. After walking down hallway after hallway after hallway, the militia finally encountered a large, led door. The door was locked by a padlock that had Chinese symbols on them.
One of the lab techies was dragged forward and, with a shaky hand, punched in the code. The door hissed and slowly started to slide open. General Ling prepared for what he was about to see. He knew what could happen when experiments went wrong, and so, he prepared for the worst. But nothing could have prepared himself for this.
General Lind and Colonel Smith strode into the room, but stopped dead in their tracks as soon as their eyes adjusted to the dim light.
“Good God,” whispered General Ling, while Colonel Smith promptly bent over and wrenched on the General’s boots.
