Xenophobe Resurrection

Orbiting this forgotten tenement of clay is a small science ship with its own personal hell. Dr. Sherry Lee, a twenty-five-year-old Asian female, in her long white lab coat, ran franticly down the dark corridor toward the ship’s bridge. Not long before, she was grabbing a nightcap with some friends in the ship’s galley. Sherry had planned to get some rest that night, but things didn’t go as she planned. Reality had become fantasy and she was tossed into a living nightmare.