Timed Prompt: The Outbreak

            It was Christmas Eve. Fog stuck to the tarmac at Lindbergh Field. The airport was completely silent. Luggage, bags of food, and newspaper littered the boarding area. No one was prepared for what happened that fateful day.

            It was exactly five years ago, a completely normal day. Flight 4692 was on its way back from a remote location in Africa. On the plane, doctors and nurses were the only passengers. They had been sent to help people in need of medicine. Their mission was successful, and everyone on the flight was happy that they had helped. If only they had known the consequence.

            On the flight back. All those on board were partying and celebrating the upcoming holiday. Food and drinks were passed around. However, this happiness was short lived. A sickly man had locked himself in the bathroom. He had been sneezing quite frequently and decided to take some medicine. Unfortunately, as he left the bathroom, he coughed on a cart with food that was passing by. In a split second, he had doomed the whole flight.

            Back at the terminal, family and friends waited for the planes arrival. After three months of waiting, they would finally see their loved ones again. As the plane touched down, the crowd began cheering. They all gathered at the doors with excitement. They could not control their excitement. Finally, after much anticipation, the doors opened. That was the day Ebola reached America.

PS: My prompt goes along with the article. My story doesn't end happily. It ends with tragedy.