You heard the sounds of multiple cans clattering as they dropped onto the ash covered dirt behind you, hitting against each other. “…I saw a dead body.” Taffy said, you’d been with him for about a day now, “So did I, you’re not special.” You replied, a bit snippy, you hadn’t found any food and were pretty disappointed, “Can I…Tell you something?”

You have Taffy your attention, maybe briefly or not, depended on how much disappointment you were feeling at the moment. “The smell I thought was food earlier…”

“It wasn’t food…It was—“ There was a long pause, right when you were about to ask; Taffy spoke again, a bit hesitant and a hint of disturbance in his voice.

“It was…Blood.”