@angrymailman liked for a starter:
"No, Tess, of course I didn’t mean it in a literal sense,” Abe defended to his 7 year old daughter. “I mean, yeah, I know I explained where babies come from. What I said to Carla meant more like... Go kick yourself. Make sense?”
They’d only just passed Carla’s trailing pack of brahmin when Abe had recognized the smell first. It was a sense of recognition branded within his mental knowledge and years of experience in both the military and medical field. It was blood, and lots of it.
“Get hidden, Tess,” was all he said, and she was out of sight before Abe could hold his firearm at the ready. He quietly followed the trail around the back of a rusted car and came upon a dark haired girl in a crouched position.
“That’s... a lot of blood.”
