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Name That Post-Apocalyptic Setting

Posted on November 4th, 2009 2:33pm by Jason Heid
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Ghostly 2 After traveling past Which Wich University, through darkness, I feared I had arrived in a Stephen King novel, or a zombie movie. In front of me, two dead escalators. An unfriendly elevator. Utter quiet. No sound but my own heartbeat. No alternative but retreat.

16 Comments to “Name That Post-Apocalyptic Setting”

smithdew @ November 4th, 2009 at 2:42 pm

Good decision. Going up the escalators would have led you to a building from which you would not be able to exit. No kidding. Retreat was your only option. Is it still a chilling cold down there as well?
Downtown Ex-Pat @ November 4th, 2009 at 2:42 pm

Whatever the building just west of Thanksgiving Tower is. Don’t know the name.
JS @ November 4th, 2009 at 2:56 pm

Jim Foster campaign HQ?
Amy S @ November 4th, 2009 at 3:07 pm

Basement of the county courts?
dfwcre8tive @ November 4th, 2009 at 3:10 pm

1600 Pacific. The entrance to the tunnels from the street was locked several months ago.
Robert Dobalina @ November 4th, 2009 at 3:14 pm

1600 Pacific?
Nicole @ November 4th, 2009 at 3:18 pm

The lobby of Wick’s house?
Jim H @ November 4th, 2009 at 3:32 pm

Looks like Hartsfield airport in Atlanta…or any airport, now that I think about it.
DMBurrows @ November 4th, 2009 at 5:08 pm

Dick Cheney’s vacation home?
LakeWWWooder @ November 4th, 2009 at 5:23 pm

Escalators at the Fairmont.
Dallasite @ November 4th, 2009 at 5:57 pm

A famous but overplayed Led Zeppelin song?
Jim @ November 4th, 2009 at 6:52 pm

Definitely 1600 Pacific. The first escalators east of Which Wich University in the basement of the Davis Building.
Mario @ November 5th, 2009 at 11:21 am

The entry way to the mausoleum where Zac Crain guards the remnants of his flaccid relevance along with a ticket stub from his last date back in 1992.
Zac Crain @ November 5th, 2009 at 11:56 am

Come on. Everyone knows I couldn’t get dates back in 1992. Or whenever.
Daniel @ November 5th, 2009 at 4:06 pm

Great name for a memoir, or an Eddie Vedder solo effort: Remnants of My Flaccid Relevance. Its takes as its dark theme the relevance of one man’s flaccid remnants. Haunting, spare, dissipated and elegiac, it excoriates the viscera of the American Dream … comparable in its deceptive simplicity and its breadth of scope to Nebraska or John Wesley Harding. Harrowing, unsparing and ultimately redemptive, Flaccid Relevance restores a master songsmith to his rightful place as an oldies-circuit huckster.
jrp @ November 6th, 2009 at 1:12 am

daniel remains my hero…saw old man eddie and the boys up in philly last weekend and i couldn’t agree more