Dried Blood On Concrete Novels & Stories

She smiled in response to his words and continued walking towards the main door. However, she had just passed him a few steps when he called her and told her that the police had found a large number of bottles of dried blood in an abandoned construction site near the outskirts of the city. According to analysis from the Institute of Criminal Science, that blood sample was similar to the dried blood collected in the house she once rented to Lucasta and a man named Samson. - Really? I also really want to know who concentrated that dried blood while we spent so much time without any results. – Aurora tried to act calm and spoke.

It coated the back of her tongue, thick and rotting. She walked in over broken glass and dead leaves. The soles of her shoes scraped against the concrete floor, scritch, scratch. With every step she took, cold sweat slid another inch down her back. She could feel it tracing a slow, cold line between her shoulder blades. Her toe hit something sticky. She stopped abruptly. Looked down. A large puddle of dark red liquid. It had already dried completely, its edges blackened, seeping into the cracks in the concrete floor.

No trace, no sign, no proof that he ever stood among us at all. Except for the pharmacy. I stop in front of it, my heart pounding. Something feels off before I can name why. I step closer. The ground is disturbed , scuff marks pressed into the earth, the kind left by someone struggling to stay upright. My breath catches in my throat. I move forward slowly, and then I see it. Blood. Dark, dried, pressed into the stone wall beside the entrance. My knees go weak. "No…" My hand trembles as I reach toward it. I don't touch it. I can't. But I know…I know with a certainty that hollows me out completely.

Even the dirt had been cleared of any footprints. I approached the stone slab, letting my shaking hands gently brush over the discolored rock. I spent several minutes inspecting the rust-red-stained stone. Every line and crack in the stone had been cleaned. There wasn't a spec of dried blood, and I smacked my palm down loudly in frustration. "It's all gone. Someone came back here to clean up their mess and hide any evidence." I turned, walking around one of the trees that I knew had chains tied to it. Chunks of bark lay scattered on the ground, having fallen from the friction of the metal rubbing against it.

Hellion felt her heart thumping loud, she walked back into the stone pavement as the steps she took felt wet and sticky. She avert her gaze down and saw her feet covered with a liquid. She couldn’t discern what it was because of her blind foresight but she instinctively knew it was. Blood! She glance at the place she’d been before and saw a pool of blood on the floor. Hellion widened her eyes for a bit but she didn’t panicked. She tried to keep her cool, level-headed self and walked back into the stone ground. Her footsteps were dyed with blood as the traces slowly disappear as she walks.

Slipping the chip of my card on the sensor, the door pushes open to red stains on the white floor. It forms a pool and drags along in scary circles. Blood?!!

This was it. The ground was still disturbed from the struggle. Claw marks scratched into the soil. Broken branches. A few dark stains where blood had soaked into the earth. But something else caught my attention. I crouched down. The place where Noel’s blood had fallen earlier… wasn’t normal anymore. Instead of dried blood or darkened soil, there was white ash. Not dust… why would ash be in these parts of the woods? I stared at it for a moment, my brows pulling together.

Instead, she kept her eyes on the floor. A red, sticky liquid covered a few of the white tiles, and Rain’s eyes traced the path back to the open door. The further to her right she looked, the more blood she saw. The entryway was full of it, the footprints left within the crimson stain clearly from military boots.

I let out a low breath, preparing to return to my patrol. But as my eyes dropped back to the floor, a drop of deep crimson color caught my eyes. Right there on the marble where she had been standing, was a drop of blood. I froze in my tracks, dropping to a bent knee. I reached down, and smeared the fresh liquid with my fingertip. I lifted it to my nose, inhaling deeply.

Drops of blood fell one by one onto the concrete. Silas coughed softly, then reflexively spat. Along with the fresh blood, something hard bounced across the floor, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop near the shoes of one of his men.