"Twice a month new folks seem to show up," MacCready said, hanging back. "Probably you weren't the only one showing up half dead tonight." He nodded around them. "There's no spray or anything anywhere, right? Just a big puddle of blood. You shoot or stab or maul someone, blood gets in more than one spot." People squirted when they were freshly hurt enough to bleed that much. They leaked when they'd been going at the bleeding for a while.

"Chances are pretty high that whoever or whatever that belongs to either already got help or got put out of their misery." Probably. Hell, did it matter? Whatever made that mess wasn't here now and he couldn't see anyone actively hunting them so may as well move on.