2.71

Sweat laced my naked skin, tickling and irritating me awake. My body writhed in pain from muscular cramps, rustling the thin bedsheets that covered me. 

My hands instinctively reached out, finding the empty edge of a bed, before my brain could even attempt to register my surroundings. There was no sign of Izzy around me. 

"Izzy."

My hoarse voice was barely audible even to myself. 

When my eyes obeyed to open, a blur of green, brown, and blue passed by the window in front.

Combined with the rumble under my body, I was certain I was in an RV. 

"System," I called out internally, feeling frantic.

My broken lips cracked apart again as I took a sharp inhale of breath. 

"Izzy is within the vehicle," System answered my most burning question.

The fear that she could have been left behind still lingered, hanging heavily on my heart. 

Next was the most pressing question, who was driving the vehicle?