Deerly Departed Draft (Sample)
The world had gone dead silent, telling Beatrice that her prey was close. Every living creature in a five-mile radius knew to “GTFO”, muting the nightly chorus that normally filled the preserve. Even the once-blue-now-rust pickup was quiet, momentarily forgetting it’s many complaints. Silence wasn’t the worst effect of the creature they were hunting, but it was one of the most disconcerting. The truck hit a pot hole, eliciting a muffled apology from Erica, their driver. Beatrice grabbed the edge of the truck bed for support. On the opposite side, her wife Stephanie did the same. In the pallid light of the half moon, Beatrice could just make out her familiar sharp features and wispy blonde hair, dyed a strange shade of silver in the moonlight. Beatrice gave her a wry smile. “Not much of an anniversary present, huh?” “We’ve had worse,” said Stephanie with a laugh, “remember the possum pandemic? And that racoon that almost scalped you?” “Don’t remind me,” Beatrice muttered. Stephanie...