A Missed Call
As a white van zoomed through the streets of Brislane, Ethan sat in the passenger seat and let out a weary sigh. Despite his relief at finally being on the move, he couldn't help feeling anxious about his phone's low battery, which had just died. With no way to contact Sasha, he turned to Izora, who was driving the van. She looked worn out, with tangled hair and a sad expression.
In a feeble voice, Ethan asked her if she had a phone he could use. Izora shook her head, her eyes glued to the road. "I forgot it," she said softly. Ethan suggested stopping at a public phone nearby, but Izora explained that they were almost at their destination and there were no public phones in the area.
Ethan nodded slowly and closed his eyes, still feeling weak and vulnerable. If it weren't for Izora's assistance, he would have been left lying on the street, surrounded by lifeless bodies, unable to move or escape.