Chapter 46 - Gothic's Respit from the Highway (Patreon)

The house Gothic loots, gets his guns at, and rests for the night, is a very real house in Sandy Springs, GA, currently on sale for $3 million, which is directly North of Atlanta and very near highway 85 where Gothic was dropped and where the story begins.  I carefully selected the house for its proximity as well as it being fancy enough to justify finding some nice loot inside. Some of the details I added or changed for story purposes, but a lot of the house is exactly like the real thing.  Be sure to click on the 3D walk through and follow Gothic's journey through the house.  If you do go on the 3d tour, be sure to let me know!  :-)  I love the idea that all the time I spend on building a well researched and detailed story is appreciated.

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Jogging up to the house, I quite liked the pattern made by the brick pavers in the driveway. The owners of this place had great taste. Even the lawn looked perfect still, which confused me for a moment before my sensors told me that it was an artificial surface like astroturf. I could respect that. Perhaps they were busy people and didn’t ascribe to all the work and water it took to keep a lawn in good condition.

Unsurprisingly for a house this large, it had a 3-car garage, which made me wonder if I should actually grab a car for myself. The place was dark, but that wasn’t an issue since it was mid- to late afternoon and there was still plenty of sunlight left in the day. The house had an extensive array of modern looking solar panels on the roof, which suggested it might even have its own power still. That would be a lucky find!

Rather than going to the front door, which I could see was closed, I circled to the back of the property. At the back was a lovely in ground pool and hot tub combination, an outdoor grill and covered patio, with a black metal railing enclosing it all with a nice view of the wooded area behind the house itself. The land quickly fell at a steep angle which would make it difficult for zombies to travel up that way. There were sun loungers out with pillows still on top of them neatly arranged and intact. If you ignored the sight of the pool and hot tub with some debris and leaves floating on the surface, you’d almost not realize that the house was abandoned, and that this world was in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.