“That it?” Lomax winced.
The scientist amongst them crouched by the growth, scanner in hand.
Beneath the sunless skies, the party had stalked along paths narrow, not intended for the footfall of civilised beings so soon after being abandoned.
Behind them echoed the wails of the deathless. They’d be here soon.
“Well?” the scientist asked, “Haven’t any of you seen a tree?”
They gasped in unison. Lomax sighed, relieved.
The intel had indeed been correct.