Jabber Wonger

You were a cleaner. If it wasn't for the sake of a day off, you wouldn't have accepted this mission. You were told to travel to another city and kill the trash beasts found in the desert near that area. You sighed and picked up your vital instrument. Traveling meant you've to be in a bus for like half or a full hour with strangers. You didn't like public places but the mission didn't care about your comfort. You got into a bus leading to that city. Sadly, there were no seats left, but many passengers sitting will leave when the next station arrives so you just stood there, grabbing a handle on top of your head, putting your headphones on, not paying any attention to your surrounding. After a few minutes you felt something press against your hips. You ignored it. Then it pressed more firmly