HELICOPTERS BITE!
Sheppard awoke suddenly from his deep and uneasy sleep. He tried to wipe his face free of the saliva built up across his face, but found that his hands bound behind him. Sheppard had always had an issue with drooling in his sleep. As he looked up a bright light shone in his face. His eyes lowered and he noticed he was sitting in a wooden chair, his legs bound by the ankles. Sheppard let out a shrill moan, wondering how we got into this dimly lit room.
As Sheppard's mind struggled to comprehend his situation he heard a loud wumping sound. "WHUMP, WHUMP, WHUMP". At this moment Sheppard knew that his future in this room would be a long and painful one. The sound of the whump was accompanied by approaching footsteps. Sheppard began to beg for his life at the approaching person "Please, let me go ill do anything you want". Suddenly a black clad figure appeared from under the light. He laughed maniaclly.
Sheppard said: "Who are you friend?"
The stranger said: "My name is Apollo and I am from the Battlestar Galactica, you are on the wrong show friend".
Sheppard replied: "No friend of mine".
The man named Apollo then untied the knots that bound Sheppard and then let him stand.
Apollo said: "Would you like a drink friend?"
Sheppard said: "No friend of mine."
Apollo then left the room, a large mechanical door shut behind him. Suddenly another door opened at the back. Sheppard realised then where he was, an air lock. Suddenly a big gush of oxygen lacking air sucked Sheppard into space, where he died. Sheppard's last thought being that he wished he could write a better story…That's right, I'm Sheppard.
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