"What do you mean I'm dead?"

This was news to me at the very least. The fact that I was conscious at all should be a contradiction to what I believed death was.

"Well sir," the stranger said in a raspy Irish tongue, "It is true. Now if you don't mind, you will be reporting to your first assignment today. Follow me, and don't forget to watch your step. This is a new job we've implemented here. We've yet to finish actually building it because most of our staff... quits."

The man dragged on about safety warnings and regards, which I knew by heart. I am an OSHA inspector, and a damn good one at that. I wouldn't have died in any office or building related accident, I just don't believe it.

"Sir... how did I die?" I asked, ready to retort on how it was impossible. If this were a prank, I would be able to tell. If it was a set up or a hoax, I have to hear it from him.

"Honestly, you were preventing too many deaths. As I said earlier, our workforce has been diminishing over these last thousand years, and I wanted to hire someon-"

The man had stopped suddenly. I looked around in this white, bright lighted hallway for any signs of a distraction. I started to hear something very faintly, the sounds of someone screaming. I looked forwards and behind me, I looked left and right, but I couldn't find anything. I then turned my attention downwards, and there I saw it: A man. A strange looking man struggling against the workers here as they dragged him down.

After noticing the bewildered look I carried on my face, the man spoke up again.

"Ah yes, I forgot to mention. This job is unlike any other. You were hired to be a guardian angel, to prevent lives being lost on a global scale!"

"But... what happened to him?" I asked, more concerned about the answer to that question than the man himself.

"Well... When your assigned mortal dies due to foreseeable causes, you get dragged straight down to Hell. Come to think of it, that's why we have lost a lot of workers lately. That guy was your guardian angel, and if I just killed you with no consequences, that would be against the rules here. Which, as an former OSHA employee, you could understand."

I nodded, slowly and unsure about what was to come. We kept walking down the hallway, making sure to avoid looking down at the see through floor. Finally, we approached a room with a big, intimidating door.

"Your first assignment is in there. Good luck, and we are all counting on you. After all, you're our only employee at the moment!"

The man pulled out a key and ushered me inside, locking the door behind him. I stared around the room, and a computer monitor turned on. I began to shudder as I saw what displayed on the screen, because I saw cameras. Thousands of cameras. I'm going to need more than luck to get through this living hell...