Still working on the title.
Liberated Town of Wells
Former Deseret
2464 AD
Everybody says to just leave the corpses of no-account slaver trash out for the buzzards and thunderbirds, but Tabetha Frei knew that just wasn’t smart thinking. Even in winter, corpses smell. They rot, too. Besides, who wanted thunderbirds hanging around town? That wasn’t safe for kids. You can’t just pile dead bodies up in an abandoned house, either — even if one third of the houses were empty, on account of there not being any slavers in Wells anymore. Leave a bunch of corpses in a cellar, you’re just asking for shamblers later.
The new town fathers (after looking sidelong at Tabetha, just in case she had any observations) eventually decided to bury the slavers in the basements, with prayers and a proper service said over them. Since they still hadn’t found a bishop that survived the Dominion invasion, Tabetha had observed that pouring concrete over the bodies wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world. You know. Just in case the prayers didn’t take.
Wells had just enough concrete from the old stores to do it, too. Tabetha would have worried about using up something that valuable if she had thought they’d be in this town long enough for it to matter. As it was, she figured it was better used up than left for whoever would take over Wells when her people left.