Kenny McBee had been sitting upright in his bed, breathing mechanically through the machine covering the lower half of his face. Dark rings surrounded his eyes from lack of sleep. Staying awake late was finally taking a toll on him, it seemed. There were sounds and footsteps outside. Kenny was going to take a nap, before he heard them...
He got up, again. The footsteps were getting closer.

The door to his cell was opened.

"What's all this about?" He asked the two guards that entered his cell.
"Get up and start moving." The guard said.
"Where?"
"Stop asking questions and get up." At this, Kenny nearly tried to pick up a sharp object to try to fight them, but they grabbed him and, with Kenny still protesting, dragged him to the shuttle and strapped him into a seat."Fuckers..." He whispered.