Whenever someone tells you "it ain't that bad" then you have my permission to shoot them. I don't care what other people say, I really hate my daily BPN routine.

It was bustling, the worst thing you notice though is the damn noise. Think of a million bees but instead of the usual buzz they swear and shout. I had already been standing in line for an hour and had only just reached the point where the doors were visible. There were people pushing and shoving and they were all lined up like good little soldiers who thought punching and kicking your fellow soldier was a good idea. I saw a 313 punch a Shaktar in the face for nudging him who managed to punch him back who toppled a Chagrin onto a Human who didn't really do anything except get crushed. A fight broke out and this part of the queue seized up and refused to budge. 

I managed to weave my way between everyone and coast about 2 metres closer to the doors. It was always busy at this time of day. If it wasn't then something was either very wrong or very efficient. I pressed up against a female Wraith a bit too intimately who turned around. Weirdest thing, she just looked at me and gave a smirk. I was expecting a slap or a bullet in the face, a smirk was dangerous. 

Anyways, I weaved a bit more around the throng. I got squished and shoved a lot but you pretty much stay vertical in the press of bodies. I remember one monday morning, some nut pulled a 603 and blasted in the crowd. In this density of bodies the corpses didn't really hit the ground until later that night when the crowd thinned out. Honestly, there's nothing worse than getting stuck between a  corpse and the crack of a Chagrin's butt.

I saw an opening and dashed for it, well dashed is the wrong word to use. I should say more like quickly shuffled. I was successful and became the space's newest occupant. I could just make out the doors now, but the various Shaktars and Stormers made looking ahead just as difficult as pulling a manchine out of your rear end.

The tannoy finally ranted out with that electronic voice, they were closing the doors. No! I'm not going to be shut out this time! I have a job to pick up, I thought. So I shoved and kicked and, when people didn't notice, I punched. A coupe of people didn't really knew what hit them as I got through. I barely made it past the doors and had to pretty much crawl under some legs when they hissed and slammed shut behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief, but that was also an exaggeration as inside was even worse than outside. The cramped confines of the interior made everyone stand bolt upright. I only noticed one person bent double as his Stormer friend was using his head as an arm rest.

God it's all a fucking mess, and that was just the train journey. Let me tell you what happened when I finally got to the bloody Crib...