168 First, you dig that hole
The two men from Reparations jogged towards the circling birds. It was further away than they thought and took them a good hour to reach a vantage point. The smell had been growing the closer they got and now it was overpowering. They covered their noses and looked ahead. Numerous decomposing bodies were strewn by the lakeside. Maggots crawled all over the ground chasing the goo which was seeping from the corpses. The carrion had ceased to feast on the flesh, now they were after the large, fat maggots, which were crawling to find a place to pupate. Smaller song birds had joined the feast, as the next stage of the food web was reached. They grabbed at maggots and flew off, probably to feed young in the nest. Wild dogs still circled. They nipped at small pieces which were still whole but putrid. Snatching at a piece of arm, they turned and ran, ripping the arm, a shoulder, a head, clean off the body. The slaughter man shuddered. He'd dealt with animal corpses like this but never hu...