Stop Norris!

This scene of mayhem that Dave Norris found himself at the centre of was now quickly escalating beyond the limited skills and capabilities of the Warlord's Community Police.

The numerous cameras set high above in the artificial branches of the park's trees had captured his capital crime of assaulting a trans gender artist and destroying his robo dog and for this crime Dave Norris had now aroused the attention of the dog food company and it looked like a new life in the jungle was.now on the cards. This meant that the feral park cleaner had nothing to lose.

When the Toyota Hilux with roughly ten heavily armed Somalian youths in the back, drove right at him, Dave managed to throw his titanium bar through the driver's windscreen like a metallic spear, causing the vehicle to skid into a children's playground and roll onto its side. The youths in the truck were all flung in every direction, screaming and shouting in pain,  as Norris strode shirtless over to the crash site. The members of the Community Police were now seen to be crawling on all fours over the astro turf of the playground trying to escape. Most had dropped their weapons and were seen sprinting away in the direction of the town. This left four Somalian youths and the driver of the Hilux who was still sat in the truck unable to climb out of the turned over wreck as it lay on its side 

Dave Norris captured the neck of one cop in an arm hold and the youth who was on all fours felt the bones in his neck crunch and snap as the tightening death grip of the older man took his life.

This enraged human animal who a few moments ago had been a humble park cleaner focused himself now on another youth lying on his back trying to call for help on his phone. Norris grabbed the phone from his hand and stamped it to pieces with his work boot. The kid started crying but as the cleaning operatives boot struck his mouth he watched his front teeth fly out of his hole and scatter on the blood splattered astro turf below.

It was at.this moment that Dave with his senses alive to the fight saw the male and female joggers running over to join in the scrap, on the side of the Warlord's men!

The man in yellow lycra was maybe thirty five years old and his companion, the female, looked like she was in her twenties. Dave felt himself choking as the man got him in a headlock from behind. "You Fucking Peasant!" Said the female in her posh accent as she started laying into the bare chest and face of Dave Norris in a style reminiscent of the "Boxersize" fad. The Park cleaner managed to kick his attacker in her stomach as she fell clutching her belly and he managed to throw the smaller man over his shoulder before stamping his face with the heavy heel of his right boot. Norris now wasted no time as he straddled the battling female jogger and punched her full force in the face causing her nose to come apart in an explosive red spray. Norris now went to ritually humiliate the lycra clad male by pulling down his skin tight yellow shorts to reveal copious dick padding and female underwear. The male jogger who was now a broken man curled into a foetal ball and clutched his groin pads like a teddy bear as he cried softly to himself and sucked his thumb. His female partner was not done with the park cleaner just yet ran at him with her blood streaked nose and destroyed mouth and sank her talons into either side of his face making him cry out in pain!. He positioned himself to knock her out with a solid headbutt as she slid unconscious towards the plastic grass.

Dave looked across the park at the queer lying prone next to his destroyed robo dog and the youths who were laughing now, filming him sobbing in the mud. The Hilux was on its side as if held down by the chains of the swings in the children's playground. Bodies lay amongst the scattered machetes and baseball bats of the rent a thugs, along with the odd discarded item of clothing left on the plastic grass. As Dave Norris lurched towards the upended driver's cab to check that the man was not awake and on his phone, he saw the small black surveillance drone hovering nearby. Dave Norris picked up a baseball bat from the ground to annihilate the plastic insect  before realising that he had been fooled and distracted by the small black decoy. He felt the much larger second and third attack drones bite into his neck from behind, then the sharp sensation of being stabbed with a needle at the base of his neck. As the drugs influence took hold of him, clouds of bloody red mist turning slowly into bitter grey smoke swirled around his tiny bed as he found himself back at his mother's house as a small boy . He screamed for her to rescue him from the fire as the smoke consumed his childhood bedroom. He heard her come crashing through the family home to rescue him. It was his mother framed in the doorway like a picture and he could see her once kind face had now transformed into the snarling ravenous features of a wolf like dog with glowing green eyes.

As Dave Norris blacked out for what felt like a century, he awoke to feel a tropical heat on his face and sweat had soaked through his clothes and ran in rivulets down his back to his arse. He was in the savage green world of the jungle and the earthy decay of the river entered his nose and went straight to his brain.