The disease didn’t crop up until after we set down on this
planet.”
“How long after?” I want to
know.
“About a month,” Conlan says, “before
the first person died. Before we knew there was a problem.”
Suddenly I’m thinking of my little fall on the way to the ship, my
bloodied palms and how long ago did the last person die of this
disease? How is it contacted? What if I get it—what if I have it?
What if—stop it,I caution. Beside me, Dylan frowns, he sees
something in my face that worries him. Just stop it right now,
you slipped and you weren’t even bleeding all that bad so don’t
think about shit like that.
“And the last person?” I prompt. My
voice cracks slightly and I hate that, I hate this fear pounding
through my veins. “How does it spread?”
“It’s mostly eradicated now,” Conlan
says with a grim smile. “No one left to catch it, I guess. It’s…
we’re not real sure how it jumps around. Airborne, the strain we