You keep on walking towards work. It's a two hour walk and you have a long ways to go. You feel like you are going to pass out. That's because you are going to pass out. You fall to the pavement while crossing the street. The others crossing the street give your still form a curious look and they keep on walking. The sun bakes you for a couple of hours until the human sanitation department gets a report of a corpse on Lindell street. Although you are not actually dead yet, they throw you in the back of the death truck.