[ WP ] The bus stop from Hell .

Satan's a tough boss for a bus-driver, but he's not even the worst part of the job. The absolute worst part is going from city to city around the world, picking up the damned for their ride straight to Hell. Each one looks the same. The petty thieves and liars are usually sweating with nervousness. The mercenaries, traitors, and gangbangers are still trying their best to look tough despite their impending doom. These are all run of the mill criminals. None of them bothered me after a few years of driving the stops. However, like any self-respecting bus stop, there are always shiftier patrons. On Earth, these would be the homeless people that looked like they were hiding a bit too much under their layers of clothes. At the bus stops from Hell, these were the serial killers, rapists, and child molesters. No matter how many round I drove, these groups would always give me the creeps. I absolutely abhorred them and everything in their past life that they represented. How could anyone be so callous and uncaring for human life? They all deserved their place in the fiery pits of Hell. The biggest objection I had was my place in all of it. Why was I, a mere school-bus driver, damned to ferry them for all of eternity?
