Name That Post-Apocalyptic Setting

Posted on November 4th, 2009 2:33pm by Jason Heid
Filed under Local News

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

  1. 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?

    @ 2:42 pm on November 4, 2009

  2. Whatever the building just west of Thanksgiving Tower is. Don’t know the name.

    @ 2:42 pm on November 4, 2009

  3. Jim Foster campaign HQ?

    @ 2:56 pm on November 4, 2009

  4. Basement of the county courts?

    @ 3:07 pm on November 4, 2009

  5. 1600 Pacific. The entrance to the tunnels from the street was locked several months ago.

    @ 3:10 pm on November 4, 2009

  6. 1600 Pacific?

    @ 3:14 pm on November 4, 2009

  7. The lobby of Wick’s house?

    @ 3:18 pm on November 4, 2009

  8. Looks like Hartsfield airport in Atlanta…or any airport, now that I think about it.

    @ 3:32 pm on November 4, 2009

  9. Dick Cheney’s vacation home?

    @ 5:08 pm on November 4, 2009

  10. Escalators at the Fairmont.

    @ 5:23 pm on November 4, 2009

  11. A famous but overplayed Led Zeppelin song?

    @ 5:57 pm on November 4, 2009

  12. Definitely 1600 Pacific. The first escalators east of Which Wich University in the basement of the Davis Building.

    @ 6:52 pm on November 4, 2009

  13. 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.

    @ 11:21 am on November 5, 2009

  14. Come on. Everyone knows I couldn’t get dates back in 1992. Or whenever.

    @ 11:56 am on November 5, 2009

  15. 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.

    @ 4:06 pm on November 5, 2009

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

    @ 1:12 am on November 6, 2009

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