“It’s only been four months,” I said, touching the large tree growing in the middle of the platform.
Lt. Miller gave me a scolding glance then continued her search.
A beacon announced the presence of the overgrown, long abandoned spaceport. The entire planet was bathed in radio silence except for this landing aid.
What had happened on Earth as the Freedom made its round trip at near light speed? Were we too late?
Two men in decontamination suits appeared. They were armed.
“Return to your ship,” one said. “You carry the virus.”
Lt. Miller smiled. “We found the cure.”
Word count = 99
Since this was a bit of a miss I did another entry for this challenge.
I made an expanded version, hopefully a little more clear!