Park, Night, Knife

He threw the knife onto the ground. It was useless as expected. Harry was trying to defend himself from the Humanity League, completely without lethal weapons. They were wearing thick, bulbous armor, rounded enough that it seemed to be only fit for the obese and overweight. The red at the joins of the suit glowed brightly despite the darkness of the night. The moonlight illuminated the barely human and faceless forms in a manner that made the League look like robots from thousands of years in the future. Always anti-physical violence, none of the three League members before Harry had weapons. They just wanted to stop Harry from patrolling the dangerous park so late at night, with the marrowhawks in the skies above ready to dive at anything with the slightest bit of meat. “Citizen, you are not in trouble, you don’t need to attack us. Please come with us for protection,” they repeated. But Harry didn’t want to listen, he didn’t want to spend another day in the boring city. Everyone was forced to stay in their homes, partly in fear of the mutated skeletal monsters, partly by law as decreed by the Humanity League. Harry wanted to run away, at least the intense need to survive would reinvigorate him. But it was useless now, the League caught him. Their pneumatic, mechanical limbs were beyond normal human strength. Within moments, Harry was in the grasp of these heartless souls, being carried back home.