Christ! They're shooting at me. From the barricade. Firing at me. Had to dive to the bushes. Rolled through the heads and legs and guts beside a wall.

Kept firing, got close, bullets smashing around me. This is serious. Scamble over the wall into the Dene and run like hell. Eventually they stop firing, but I keep running. Like hell.

I'm covered in stinking entrails and filth. Only stop when my chest is bursting. Dive into a holly bush and hide.

Madmen and murderers. That's what happens when you give guns to the Jesmond liberal elite; corpse art and tribalism. Those morons will be running the country soon.

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