3strangeknightssaga

Episode 3

The Kathy that Snipe spoke of was the proprietor of ’Much Ado About Something.” a booth that sold fine Celtic jewelry. She has been a friend of our for many year and we attended many of the same Faires.

We ran over a small raise and look down see Kathy’s booth in a cull de sac at the end of a long row of vendors. The report of her .38 echoed across the park as we ran to her aid.

The .38 Kathy was using had been a Christmas present from her husband Scott. Scott used to attend all the events with her but recently he had began working as a Correctional Officer, so his Faire days were all but over. He had presented her with the .38 so she would have some protection on the road. She had even named it ’Little Scott.’ Snipe and I had teased him about that because the .38 was a snubbed nose.

With every shot that Kathy fired a Deader collapsed but there was so many of them. There must have been close to twenty of them milling around in the cull de sac. Some with even tangled up in the guide ropes grabbing and snapping their teeth at anyone who ventured close.

Without hesitation Snipe flew into action delivering a flying kick to a tall zombie that sent it tumbling into a small group of others. The group fell like pins hit by a bowling ball.

Knives flashing in the sun, Trey began making like a Ginsu knife commercial slicing and dicing his way through the pack.

I pulled a long wooden tent pole out of the ground and proceeded to dispatch the stinking stumblers with little, if any, style.

Together we fought our way closer to Kathy’s booth. I heard a distinctive ’click’ and it felt like ice water ran through my veins. That particular sound meant Kathy had run out of ammo.

Kathy fumble to reload trying to stay calm.

A Deader blocked of her closest avenue of escape and began to menacingly move toward her.

Snipe took three long running strides and leap over the display counter landing on the Deaders back. He then grasped the walking nightmare by the chin and the back of the head. Snipes face turn red with effort as he gave a loud yell and Ripped The Deaders Head Clean Off.

The way now clear, Snipe lead Kathy out of the booth and back the way we had come.

Trey and I quickly followed.

We regrouped on the top of the rise and Kathy thanked us for coming to her rescue. I saw her scrunch up her nose as she looked at Snipes shirt which was now covered with brownish gray goop.

“Sorry about the shirt.” she said with a nervous chuckle.

“That’s okay,” He replied. “I was going to burn it anyway…Steve pissed on it.”

Kathy gave me a questioning look and I just shrugged my shoulders in answer.