[Or at least, that's what it seemed to taste and smell like to her. She's experienced enough with blood in dealing with it to recognize it. The scent and taste of it, the smell. Clementine shifts then, scrunching her nose at the scent now he mentions it and she sniffs for it.
This probably won't bode well. So of course she tenses, on edge from it. Wondering what to expect from this here. As far as she has noticed there were no walkers here, but something had to have happened?]
I've dealt with enough blood to recognize that.
[It comes with dealing with walkers. Let alone survivors, back home, with how desperate they get now and her strategies of dealing with walkers at times.]
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[Or at least, that's what it seemed to taste and smell like to her. She's experienced enough with blood in dealing with it to recognize it. The scent and taste of it, the smell. Clementine shifts then, scrunching her nose at the scent now he mentions it and she sniffs for it.
This probably won't bode well. So of course she tenses, on edge from it. Wondering what to expect from this here. As far as she has noticed there were no walkers here, but something had to have happened?]
I've dealt with enough blood to recognize that.
[It comes with dealing with walkers. Let alone survivors, back home, with how desperate they get now and her strategies of dealing with walkers at times.]