16 miles outside of Beijing, China...
"Why is it that we always get stuck with the night shift Yao?" asked Mi Liao Zhing, of his comrade in arms and superior in the Chinese army, Yao Hwak-do, "We always get the night shift because we are reliable in the scientists eyes, we should be honored that we have been given the task of guarding the project whilst the others sleep." replied Yao with a slight hint of annoyance in his voice, as the two men walked down the white corridor in the center of the Military Reasearch institute outside of Beijing, the building was, nodescript to say the least, only two or three stories tall, with no windows affording a veiw to the inside, and a single main entrance, in the form of a huge loading dock, where multiple unmarked army trucks, looking more like freighters than military vehicles, sat, unused for the longet time. To any outside viewer it would look just like a warehouse, where a company might place, clothes, toys, or even guns in a gun companys case, but to an outside observer, it would seem a strange place to have a warehouse, in the middle of nowhere, only thing is, when they see the soldiers patrolling the perimiter of the building, they dont usually get out to tell others.
So, anyway, back to Yao and Mi, as they were walking their route, Mi asked Yao "What exactly is this project Yao? I was never told, and i would like to know!" Yao looked at Mi gravely, "If you were not told, you are not supposed to know, so do not ask!" Mi snapped his head forward at this reprisal and shut up for the rest of the night, that is, until they heard a scream of pain, a gunshot, and a serise of groans eminating from the Operation Room at the end of the hall Yao and Mi were walking down, "What was that?" whispered Mi, "Quiet, stay next to me" whispered Yao in reply as he raised his AK-74 and switched off of "safe". Mi followed suit, and the two men moved to the double doors that marked the entrance to the Operations room. As the two men approached the doors, a horrible smell, something like rotting flesh and horse shit, greeted the men, as Yao pinched his nose, he opened the door, and a grisly scene was arrayed in front of him, Mi vomited when he saw it, bodies strewn on the ground, a blood-stained carpet and walls, viscera strewn about, and the clicher to all this was the fact that there were about 6 men, all clad in rags, with as pale skin as a dead Chinaman can get, various wounds covered them, mostly gunshots, but one was missing its left arm, were feasting on the flesh of the freshly slain Chinese soldiers.
As Yao and Mi were standing, gaping at the carnage in front of them, one of the men, "creatures," you would call them, that was feasting on the corpses noticed that there was fresh meat standing at the doorway, so it rose and stumbled toward the Yao and Mi, now, being good soldiers, they asked the man to stop, had they not done that, the other five creatures wouldnt have noticed them i suppose, well, anyway, they told the first creature to stop, and as the was told to stop, it didnt stop, so the other five got up from their meals, and advanced towards the two Chinamen standing at the doorway, so panicking, Mi fired a burst of gunfire from his rifle into the nearest creature, all the rounds hit, but the creature, unfazed, kept advancing. Right, so now we are at the point were we can call these, "creatures," zombies, cuz we all know zombies dont friggin die when you shoot them in the chest, only head shots do that. So, back to Yao and Mi, by this time they were firing point-blank into the small group of zombies, to no avail, they were quickly overtaken and devoured just as the Chinamen in the Ops room were getting up, as zombies. Well, needless to say, in China, the press isnt allowed to report on military incidents of any sort, for the sake of secrecy. So, this is the beginning of the end of the world I suppose...