The garbage truck we had was eventually filled to the brim and they left with three soldiers riding it. Their destination was the graveyards we cleared before so that they could have a larger space to burn them and so that they wouldn't have to wash off their carbon residue if they just burned them on the streets.
We took down more stragglers while they were away but Jared was flying his drone inside the squatter areas once more. He was trying to somehow locate or pinpoint the ferals that escaped since one or two of those fuckers could do enough damage in the right place at the right time.
With that said, a few of the soldiers with us have taken the time to search under the drainage gutters for the remains of their fallen comrade and the feral that did it. All they found was just his tattered uniform with the rest of his broken equipment, and his dog tag missing a third of it due to the explosion.