[ WP ] You are a street vendor in Hell where you deal in its most valuable commodity , water . Walk us through an average day in your life .

I never asked for this job. 
 
 During my time as one of the living I was a courier. It was n't a great job, but it was easy. One day I was changing the station on my radio, and I did n't notice the car in front of me had stopped. I do n't really remember dying but I assume the crash did it. People who come back supposedly from'the brink of death' do n't tell you that there's no-one here to take you in. You kind of just.. show up. 
 
 I did n't know it was hell when I opened my dead eyes. It was a lot more bland. No lake of fire or burning pillars, just a stark concrete floor with metal doors. It's more like a open-plan prison than anything else. Real stark greys and bright fluorescent lighting. 
 
 There was a line to get in, and nothing else for me to do so I just queued like the rest of them. It could have been an hour wait, or a year, I ca n't really tell time any more, everything seems to just trudge along with no day and night cycle. When I did get to the front gate I was pulled out of the line and sent down a smaller door, I thought “ yep, this is it.. here comes the torture and pain ”, but I was wrong. A demon with a name I ca n't pronounce said I was randomly selected under the fair employment in Hell act of 1299 to work as a water salesman. 
 
 It did n't make any sense, I had died and gone to Hell, only to be given a job. They even housed me in a middle-class neighbourhood apartment block near my sell zone on the East side. It was n't a great job, but it was easy. So it suited me well. I'd walk to my stand, sell water to the dead who wanted it, then go home when I was done for the day. Those who buy the water from me are pathetic really, you do n't need to eat or drink now we're no longer living. The fools will grasp on to anything resembling the world they departed, trying to use these glimmers of normality as anchors for their sanity. They do n't even live in an apartment like I do. They just wander around, telling others what they do for work, when we all know that there are no jobs in hell. Well, except my job. Did I tell you what I did? I sell water to these idiots who think they're going crazy living in Hell. Just because there's no sense of time here, and everything just trudges along without day or night. 
 
 They gave me an apartment with this job. It's just a walk away from here. On the West side.. or was it the East? I have n't been home in a while, I lost my key I think. It's okay I'll get a new one after I've finished work for the day. I've still got a lot of water to sell before I'm done. These fools.. they think they're losing a grip on their sanity. 
 
 Sometimes I miss being a courier, it seems that it's all I remember from my time alive. I'd transport those large water cooler jugs to offices. The idiots would keep buying water and calling me crazy till I went home to my apartment. 
 
 I'd sell you some water but I must have ran out.. I think there's some left in my apartment.. it's on the North side.
