It was spattered with dried brown blood and wet red blood.

When he began to move her, he felt wet blood.

Carey could feel his blood, warm and wet, soaking into her shirt.

There was fresh wet blood at the door.

Her life's blood, warm and wet, entranced his sense.

There was blood on the floor, wet and shiny.

We kept the blood bright and wet but we could not come up on him.

Their eyes were huge, the color of wet blood, and divided into hexagonal cells.

He felt the wet blood dripping down his arm, yet no pain.

He felt wet blood run down his neck and chest to his stomach but ignored it.