People

Finally, the bus arrived. However, it was obvious from the start that not everyone would be able to get on. There were just too many people and too few buses. The bus doors slid open, prompting the crowd to surge forward. Everyone swarmed the lone guard, thrusting their tickets into the his face. He looked utterly overwhelmed and did his best, but it was clear he would have no control over the wave after wave of people crashing toward him.

This was probably 1% of what its like to be a civilian trying to escape impending war, or a refugee trying to get to limited food supplies. But the atmosphere was pretty much the same, the "get me out of this shithole" atmosphere hangs in the air, everyone pretty much only cares for themselves, any semblance of order disintegrates.

Who cares if you were at the front of the queue? Soon enough, there isnt even a queue. If you cant push and fight for yourself, well, too bad. Its pretty much every man for himself and survival of the fittest/strongest. Of course, there is the occasional kind act. But thats in the minority.

In times of adversity, you get to see the true nature of people. More likely than not, its not going to be pretty. Then isnt it sad, that if the shit doest hit the fan, the bastards are more likely to survive?