War of the Worlds

Aftermath

Trost, 104th Cadet Training Corps

Jean Kirschtein started to feel sick as the scent of blood, smoke and ash enters his nostrils.

It has been a day since the last of the Titans were hunted down by the outsiders. Trost is finally free from the clutches of the Titans but the city now lay in ruins. Repairing and cleaning up the district will surely take a hell lot of time, not to mention the possibility of an epidemic breaking out.

After a harrowing day of fighting and surviving against the Titans the remnants of the 104th were given a few hours of much-needed rest before being thrust right back into the district for cleanup operation along with the rest of the Garrison soldiers. Time was of the essence and all efforts were made to avert a second disaster from happening.

They are not alone in this operation of course. The outsiders or the United Nations Expeditionary Corps, 'UNEC' in short as they like to call themselves are already at work clearing debris and collecting the remains of comrades- theirs and the garrison's, all were collected and laid to rest carefully regardless of their affiliation.

Jean like the rest of his fellow trainees begins to haul the bodies of their dead to the waiting wagons or to nearby doctors and nurses for identification.

It was pained for Jean to see that no respect was given to the remains of their dead as they were unceremoniously carted away to be burnt in large bonfires conducted at the far end of the district. But on the other hand, the outsiders cared a lot for their dead. He witnessed how they placed their dead inside black bags and placed them inside their horseless wagons. According to one of the Garrison soldier, these remains are going to be taken back all the way to their homeland for a proper funeral.

"Oh.. god" Jean sees Connie trying his best not breaking down sobbing as he pulls another body out of the wreckage. He is being helped by Marco who did his best to lend a hand as well as comfort his friend.

But the one in much more despair and pain than he or anyone else was non-other than the suicidal maniac Eren Yeager. From the moment he and Mikasa were back in Trost haven't left any stone unturned searching for Armin. Though he and Eren had their differences, he can't help but feel bad for him.

Not far from them Sasha stands with a horrified expression as she stares at a big pile of corpses on the ground.

"What is this...?" She asks

"Titan vomit." a fellow Garrison soldier replies and then went ahead to take a look at the corpses.

It was nearly impossible to identify the badly disfigured bodies, but the soldiers were able to differentiate between their corpses and outsider's due to their different uniforms. He quickly sends out a runner to the nearby outsider aid post.

Not long after Sasha sees one of horseless arrive and stop a few meters away. Three soldiers donning in their strange uniforms disembark from the wagon and proceed to walk forward towards the spot of the Titan's puke. She is unable to see any of their faces except their solemn eyes as their faces all were covered by white masks and big helmets.

Kneeling down one of them inspected the corpses of their fallen soldiers, and then with the help of other two, moved those bodies of their dead away from the rest.

But what happened next confused Sasha and other trainees and Garrison soldiers gathered there.

The outsiders quickly went to search for something around the neck of their fallen comrades and when nothing was found they proceeded to remove their boots.

Murmurs could be heard in the crowd as they thought they were witnessing outsiders looting their own dead.

But it all stopped when the soldier removed a small metal disk from the boot and inspected it for a moment before announcing the name of the unidentified fallen soldier and what unit he was from, before moving on to do the same with the rest of the two unidentified bodies of their men.