The Hunters (Washington and Annabelle)

A small character blurb for my (hopefully; fingers crossed folks!) upcoming project The Inner World Chronicles.

    The night is impossibly still. No crickets or other bugs in the Inner World. The three moon, all in a different phase, shine down and illuminate the dark world. The Hunters push on. They have hours before dawn and sleep. 

    Washington stares at his daughter, his Annabelle, who he thought was gone forever, but here she was, nineteen and every bit as beautiful as he'd imagined. Time is slower in the Inner World, which meant more time to be with her. Of course, most of that time would be spent killing creatures of the night. 

    When he fell into the Unpronounceable's gaping maw, Washington had thought that would be the end of his monster-hunting. How wrong he'd been. Here, the things lived in abundance and attacked in the night. Some Washington knew he had killed before. And they knew it, too. Would it ever end? Would he ever be able to rest?

    "Dad?" Annabelle said, breaking the silence of the night and making Washington jump.

    "Yeah, hon?"

    "Do you like it here?"

    "What do you mean?" Washington asked, taking a bite of hard bread.

    "I mean, is it better in the Inner World than the Other One?" The Other One, the common term for the world where everyone came from before entering the Inner World. No two were exactly the same. 

    Washington shrugged. "It's about the same for me. Hunting there, hunting here."

    "What's the Other One like, dad?" Annabelle asked. 

Washington looked at his daughter and saw a twinkle in her eyes that had not died with age, the same one she had when she was eight, when he'd seen her last.

    "Let's set up camp," Washington said. "And I'll tell you all about it."

Reviews

[Fallacy Pharmacy]

I agree with the comment below, sounds very promising and intriguing. Nicely written, I really wanna' read more :)

[Domenic Luciani]

sounds promising, keep it up.