<strong>Andre - Downtown Gilead  - Leaving Work</strong><br/><br/>It had been the same as every other day, they took his picture and remarked at how well he was keeping himself and then he got paid. The jobs always seemed to be the same or similar and there was no real artistic vision from the photographs. Like the rest of the world around him they seemed to lack any real life. At first he had thought it was him, that he didn't feel the same about life since he had changed his ways but quitting ad been easy, too easy it seemed. His simple desire to stop with drugs made it happen. That wasn't how it generally worked and it wasn't until later that he found out what had really happened.<br/><br/>Andre knew that he was no longer alive but kept in some type of purgatory. Why and for how long he could only guess. It wasn't as though he had been given any type of rule book or explanation. It took Andre a long time to figure it out but when he did he remember instantly how he had died.  What he was supposed to do here the model had no idea so he lived his day to day life bored by it.<br/><br/>Pulling the collar of his long jacket up he made his way down the streets with his head down his long rich brown hair falling in front of his face as he walked. Though the sun was out he wore the jacket, being where they were he wasn't the only one doing so. Other people wore jackets, some short sleeves it was all up to the person in what they wanted to wear. Andre hated the cold with a passion so he always dressed in some type of layers and generally had his jacket with him. Not always the same one but at least a thin one in case there was a wind.<br/><br/>Andre stopped at a hot-dog vendor and waited in a line with several uninteresting people. They all looked like they were going through the motions but there was no<em>real</em>fun at all to be had.