The Reporter

Chapter Two

Word Count- 2281

It was a long flight to Romania, (Y/N) had fallen asleep not even ten minutes into the flight thanks to Mark's constant bickering and complaining.

    "Hey, we're here." Someone announces as they shake (Y/N)'s shoulders, waking her from the pleasant dream of kicking Mark's ass.

    "We're here already?" Groggily opening her eyes (Y/N) looked around and noticed the door to the jet was open, snow was flaking inside from the wind and the engines were kicking up even more of the white flakes from the powder on the ground and trees.

"Yep, come on. Up you get." The soldier from before states as he hauls her to her feet. A sudden chill raked over her body making her shiver and reach from the jacket she had packed. Holding it tightly around her body she throws the backpack over her shoulder, the smaller bag having food, bandages, and many other things for emergencies.

"Don't forget this." Glancing over to the male that had woken her up, (Y/N) noticed the colt she had asked him to hold onto in his outstretched hand.
"Oh, thank you. I almost forgot that I gave it to you and would've left without it." Chuckling at her honesty the male allows her to take the gun and watches as she fastens it to her belt.

"Be safe out there, wouldn't wanna come back and not find ya." He comments as she hops out of the jet and onto the snow-covered road below. The crunching under her feet signaling that there was gravel under the white powder. Another sound came from beside her, barely audible above the whining of the jet engines. Turning to look to her left (Y/N) notices Mark had fallen into the snow, the short man seemed to fall face first. Chucking at the scene before her (Y/N) turns back to the jet with a bright smile.

"You guys be safe too." Waving the pilot off (Y/N) and Mark starts to walk down the road, the snow crunching under their feet. The sound reminds (Y/N) of the days where her dad would sit her down and show her some cool tricks, like how putting flour in a bag and squeezing it around can sound like someone walking on snow.

"This place is ridiculous. Why couldn't we come here when it was warmer, or at least when the sun was shining." Mark complained as he hunched forwards due to the weight of his pack.

"I think it's quite lovely. I've always thought the snow was a really beautiful thing. The way it covers the trees and ground in white. Or the way it can melt before freezing and making the trees look like something out of a winter wonderland." Hearing the scuff from Mark (Y/N) rolls her eyes and decides to stay silent, seeing how the short male wanted nothing to do with her. The sound of crows cawing sounded from overhead, the only sound the pair had heard other than their footsteps and condensation-filled breath.

"I bloody hate crows," Mark mutters, looking up at the sky in distaste, " they're a bad omen."
"Not necessarily. It depends on who you ask. Some people might see crows as good omens." Giving her an unimpressed look he stops in his tracks and plants his feet on the ground.

"If I'm going to have to travel with you for a whole week then you need to stop correcting me." Raising a brow (Y/N) offers him an unimpressed look.

"Listen, I'm the one stuck with you. You agreed to come with me and I did not agree to partake in traveling with the company of someone not equipped to be out here. I am also providing input and offering my opinion, plus I have not corrected you at any point so far." Snarling in irritation, Mark stomps forward a few feet in front of her and maintains the distance until they come across something they thought they wouldn't see so deep in the woods.

"Is that a wreck?" (Y/N) asked as she stepped beside Mark who looked from her to the wreck.

"I believe so, but seeing how bad it is, I doubt there are any survivors. We should continue forwards and get to the village as quickly as we can.'' With that he scurried off, looking at him in disbelief (Y/N) didn't follow him, instead, she rushed over to the pieces of metal that littered the snow-covered floor. Seeing her bolt towards the wreckage Mark releases an annoyed groan and stops to watch what she was doing.