It has taken 4 days but we have finally, I can say for certain that we have beaten the cholera.
Sadly my team and I arrived too late.
The death toll had reached 26 and though that is nothing compared to death-rates compared to most large cities this village received a savage blow that may take generations to fix.
Those who survived have only tears and a hard, long winter ahead of them.
It looks as if the efforts of the labour-droids have gone to waste. Modernising this shit hole by fixing and modifying these arcane latrines has been a nightmare, thankfully it was not a task I was responsible for.
We have burnt the bodies and disposed of any contaminated food stores, which was nearly all of them.
Though the improvement are still barbaric compared to Earth’s standards it will do until this civilisation invents flush toilets.
I am told that other teams are having more or less our luck combating the problems of this world. It doesn’t fill me with a lot of confidence.
My team got lucky we got something that was easily curable, but there are how many alien bacteria flying through the air we breath. If I was a germaphob I think I would have killed myself by now.
We have done what we can. The droids have burnt down one grainery and built two in its place. We loaded both up to the brim with brown rice, barley and wheat.
The droids have also built five large buildings that the natives can use as shelters and food storage.
I personally oversaw the droids purifying the ground water. Phs are in normal levels and the only bacteria living down in that well are the acceptable kind. I am willing to sign my name to that and go to court if things go belly up.
The villages, if they decide to stick around after this whole FUBARed experience will not go hungry, or die of thirst.
We have offered transport to whoever wanted out of this place. To go to another village or try their like in one of the human cities.
So far only five of the survivors have taken us up on that offer and when we go we drop them off. The others are either too blind to see this place has no future or have no place left to go. This village is this world to them and I am happy to leave them to it.
Before the cholera hit I am sure this place holds a lot of memories, now all I hear are mournful cries that I fear will haunt me till I die of alcohol poisoning.