Elevator Shaft (#2256)(an instance of Generic Post-Apocalypse Room made by melusina)The junk down here: On darkness like velvet, cigarette packages, chewing-gum papers, cigarettes and cigarette butts, match books, envelopes and, there to one side, heaped up...the glitter in it identifies the wrist. [Citation: Samuel Delany, _Dhalgren_. pp. 257-60, in bits and pieces. The parts about falling are all mel.] EXITS: The sill of the elevator door is just above your head. [ up ] Ground Floor Hallway. You stand on the bottom of the shaft, one heel wedged against a caked girder that crosses the bumper plates, staring up. Someone tosses you a rope. You grasp it with one hand, then the other. They tug you up. [ east ] Boiler Room. |