"Hey, you, Thing!" a guard suddenly said as I approached the building the lecture I was interested in was at. Coming to a stop as he said that and looking over at his sneering face before putting my hands together to express my nervousness.
"What do you think? Pat him down?" one of the guards suddenly suggested while the others near me prodded and jabbed at me. One of them even snatching away my map and the tablet thing before carelessly tossing it to the ground.
"Yeah, I think so, arms up." the first guard then said which left me confused. Frihdeicalkbr gave me a full rundown of what the guards were going to do and what they could do. Not one thing he listed said anything about pat-downs or body searches.
"You aren't allowed to do this..." I tried to comment before I was struck in the jaw by the end of a gun. Getting struck again when I moved my hand to rub my jaw. And now I knew not to move my hands and just take it as any efforts to do so was met with the butt of the stock.
"Not allowed to do what? Hm? Got something to say? No? Then shut up." one of them said before spitting on me. A couple of them roughly dragging me back up to my feet before they then began to prod me. I felt like a dead animal in a way surrounded by curious kids. No restraint on how hard they prodded. Just so long as they got something to happen to the corpse like blood spilling or a muscle twitch.
"It's clean. Now what?" one of the guards says with clear disappointment.
"What about that littering it has just done, can't let it get away with that." another said in a mocking tone which left my eye twitching. My mind filling with thoughts along the lines of 'just walk away.' Which, I might have done, had I not just had a gun forced up against my mouth the moment I tried it.
"Pick your rubbish up, Thing." he said before spitting at me.
"You put it there..." I told them.
"Did we?"
"Nope, I don't recall it at all."
"You are an awful liar, you know that, right?" one said before I was suddenly and violently sent to the ground by the sudden yanking of my head.
"Crawl to it and pick it up." one said before an armoured foot slammed into my gut. It didn't hurt in the slightest, which might have been bad as now I was just getting kicked again and again before finally being left alone.
"Pick it up!" one sneered up from above before I just went along with it. Crawling on my claws and forward knees to pick it up. Nearly growling when it was kicked away further. Something that kept happening until it got near a tree.
Then, a shot was fired near me, with my following shakes and hysterical panic causing laughter to erupt behind me as leaves and burnt branches fell. One branch even got stuck on my head as I stared intently at the laughing crowd that had formed.