bring out your dead

This sort of work was beneath him. Beneath everyone who called Tojo home as far as he was concerned, but it had to be done, they could hardly leave rotting corpses scattered around the maze- the bodies of those who hadn't been fortunate enough to flee when the tides turned last night. Naturally, he did not intend to let them just scurry back home unscathed, but he saw this as a more pressing matter one that had to be dealt with here and now. He grimaced as he followed his nose, the scent of decay already settling in amongst the leaf litter. It wasn't even simply a matter of collecting the bodies, but of disposing of them too.  

Disgusting. Perhaps he ought to have kept one alive, made them do the dirty work before burying them with their kin.