Just that: what would your local area/region look like in a post-apocalyptic scenario? What would be going on?

Make use of local landmarks, culture, groups, etc.

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Growing up, there was actually a post-apocalyptic series of novels about my local area (around St. Louis) that I was a big fan of.

The Pelbar Cycle by Paul O. Williams

He was a college professor, so not really something I could top

What kind of post-apocalypse (zombies, virus, natural disaster, resource exhaustion, etc)? The specific flavour might have particular and interesting impacts in different places.

The last tribes of Vada huddle in the "pop cans" the FEMA flew in with those flying camels after the fall. You can tell who they belong to cause they tagged their names all over 'em like crazy. Lake Me is almost dry, but a few souls still have deep holes where the water still fills. More Lakers dry up every week. It's too hot... too dry. Some bitter root and puddle fish still sprout up time to time, so Lakers haven't taken to eaten one another. Yet.

The Solay raid from Gas which is 'bout the only thing that reminds you there's something worse than drying up. They take you back to the fallen glass and red roads and make you dance for them until they eat you. They say the more you laugh and clap your hands the longer you live. I say you can eat me. Skin and bones ain't much to eat.

Somehow the Big Triangle still shines into the night sky, asking any comets if they would stop and give us a cool breeze or maybe some water. Only sometimes they come down to answer us, but never with any water. Just fire and holes. Fire and holes.

Sometimes when the hard wind slows, and the sun is highest in the sky, you can hear the whispers of the dead. So many gone. Dried up. It takes your mind off the blister for a moment. Then the wind comes back and you put your back to it and move. The wind ain't giving no one a break.

The Graying Valley sits all bleak and broken. The places of the Sons crumbled along red roads and dead trees. I don't know much about Hender, but he had a lot of Sons. Those piles of old huts stretch so far around the Black Mountain, one cannot imagine how many wives he must have had. You have some bright findings in those piles. Sometimes. The long trek from the lake out there's enough to dry a person up for good so we don't make it often.

Most of us just out here now waiting to dry up ourselves. If there's another place we could walk to, I'm sure we would. But past the Me there's nothing but blister, wind and dust. No one's walking out of the dead valley. Seems no one's walking back into it either.

Opportunistic ethnic cleansing all over the place.

Well, I live near a naval weapons station and the busiest port in the United States, so in the event of a nuclear holocaust, it probably looks like cinders and volcanic glass.

I haven't much in the way of 'after the bomb' expectations.

It would look a lot like it does now, but the buildings would be destroyed.

Old Home town: The University survived mostly in tact because its main building is pretty much a fortress. Its mock up of Stonehenge also survived until the PC's managed to destroy it.

The roads (I-20) that are Highway lifelines is ruined and people use the lesser and more dangerous paths around. Some still use old train tracks that once carried cattle cars. The local mall was a minor hold up for Opossum folk.

Nothing major in way of landmarks as this part of Texas is a virtual wasteland already. Shifting sands engulfed part of the city, the rest was leveled and burned out. Overpasses became places to hole up being artificial hills on each end.

Giant teleporting dogs (Warp Dogs) became a primary riding animal, along with giant mutant jackrabbits. Lots of vehicles survive, since people love their older trucks.

The "World's Largest Jack Rabbit" survived, but its features were marred by dust storms, and the PC's never found it.

Lone mutant crickets would eat your eyeballs if you camped out at night. While swarms of locusts (true locusts, not what people call locusts around here those would be cicadas.) would strip flesh from bone in the cooler hours of twilight or dawn.

Sadly, as I said, not a lot of landmarks to use though.

Arkansas of the Apocalypse consists of mashing Rifts and Hell on Earth together together with heavy dosages of every campy movie I've ever seen.  The last elected governor has a rag tag group held together by sheer personality trying to get the remaining towns to collectively organize against the magical and technological threats to bring some semblance of peace and normalcy to an otherwise tucked world.

Pueblo is built around the old steel mill, giving it a small manufacturing base.

Canon city has a cult like settlement in te old Abby and some kind of militaristic settlement in the prisons.

Colorado Springs is a burnt out crator.

Quote from: Kiero;672883What kind of post-apocalypse (zombies, virus, natural disaster, resource exhaustion, etc)? The specific flavour might have particular and interesting impacts in different places.

This.

Well, pick one!

Or assume some kind of apocalypse where buildings that aren't made with utter shit quality construction survive in decent shape, and obviously where not all of humanity is wiped out.

RPGPundit

Detroit.  'Nuff said.

I saw Miami/Dade County after Andrew.  So...yeah.  That.

There was a TV reality show called The Colony.  My neighborhood in San Diego looks a lot like that setting.  Just waiting for a huge Santa Ana fire to come finish it off.

Singapore would be post apocolyptic for about a week until the surviors had rounded up enough Indian guys to tidy the place up.