It had snowed for most of the day and by the evening it had gotten worse.  The roads were covered in a two to three foot blanket of white, the scenery melting into each other making it hard to decipher objects in the on-coming darkness.  The trees sagged downward like skeletal fingers, grabbing out from the shadows by the edges of the roads.  The conditions had silenced everything and the world lay still in a type of frozen abandonment.
Jonathon Creed however, got out of work late that night, thrilled to death at the idea of finally going home.  He exited the building like normal, locked the door and huddled deep in his fur lined coat.  He turned to witness what the weather had left for him.  His car was half buried, windshield gone beneath a mountain of snow.  When he tried to open his car door it took all his strength and fifteen minutes of pulling and swearing.
“This is ridiculous!” Jonathon yelled to himself as he cleaned off the car.  The noise of the revving engine was the only sound to accompany him.
He had been at it for at least an extra twenty minutes, cleaning every window, freeing every tire, that he finally took shelter in the warmth of his car.  With a sigh, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed home.
“Hello?” The woman's voice was gentle, polite, but underneath you could hear the worry.
“Hey, Honey it's John,” there was a silence, but he could still hear the sound of her soft breathing.
“Thank God!  Where are you?” She let her emotions go.
“I'm still at work, but I'll be home soon.  This weather is crazy!” He tried to make it a joke and chuckled.  It was dry and unenthusiastic.
She wasn't amused, “Alright, but be extremely careful.”
“Will do.  See you in a bit.”
“Yup.  Love you.”
“Love you too.  Bye,” He hung the phone up gently, setting it down in a secure place.
Beyond the windshield the snow was still falling, slower than before, but at a constant pace.  Where the headlights hit the road it made a tunnel of light and around its edges the darkness expanded, blurred by the rapid swirling of wind and snow.  Jonathon squinted and could hardly see three feet in front of him, but he had to get home.  He wanted to get home.
At first he drove slow, mainly through the city where he dodged the random parked cars on either side of the street.  Vision wasn't too bad here.  The street lamps were still in plain view and down some of the neighborhoods, lamp light could be seen in some of the windows.  For about twenty minutes the drive went by easy all the way to the turnoff that led away from the city and into the woods where he lived.
Down in this section the roads were narrow, dark without the aid of streetlights and lined with thick trees that seemed to close in from either side.  Jonathon switched his high-beams on, but they hardly helped.  The burst of light reflected off the glittering snowflakes and distorted the shadows into weird shapes.  He had turned on his radio a while back to chase away the silence that filtered into the car.  Now, the music just sounded like noise, creepy in the lonely woods.  
Jonathon yawned, “Man.  Can't wait to get home.” He took his eyes off the road for a second and reached down for his cell phone sitting in the passenger side seat.  He held it up close and flipped it open to check the time.
The car gave a sudden jump, the sound of multiple thuds banging against the undercarriage.  His car swerved, the tires catching onto something and making him narrowly miss the fence of trees on the right side of the road.  With the abrupt stop, Jonathon's body slammed forward, his chest against the steering wheel, his back against the seat.  He could hardly breathe through his confusion.
“What the...” He put the car in park and struggled to get out of his seat belt, his confusion fading into anger as he fought to get out of his car.
The freezing air came at him like a wall as he stepped out of the heated interior.  All around him the snow was violently disturbed, his tire tracks embedded in the freshly fallen snow.  The headlights gave enough light to see by, but he had to squint to actually observe what lay beyond the mounds of snow his tires had kicked up.  At first the trail looked like black splotches against the blanket of white, but as he approached to get a better look, the black changed to red.  It came in random patches then started to appear in thicker clumps.  Already the red fluid was soaking into the snow, crystallizing from the cold.  Jonathon followed the path slowly, nervously, his body filled with a cold that not even his heavy coat could melt away.
The eyes came at him first.  Two blue eyes, wide as though in shock, the eyelashes coated with a frosting of snowflakes.  They were unmoving and reflected the high-beams like two clear mirrors gazing right into Jonathon's face.  
“Shit!” Jonathon stumbled back and fell onto his butt in the snow.  His body was trembling, his heart pounding, his mind racing and as he scrambled back a bit to get away, all he could see were those eyes.  But the eyes were turning into something more.  Now, Jonathon could see a face, half hidden beneath the snow.  It was smooth, flawless and still had a rosy color to it.  A common trait among the freshly dead.  
Jonathon could feel the hot tears beginning to stream down his cheeks, but his mind couldn't comprehend them.  He was still eying the body with its limbs all tangled and broken, lying in an awkward position.  The blood that he had spotted earlier was coming from around the head.  The victims hair was plastered with the sticky blood still oozing out from the hidden wound.  The body had been a man.
Jonathon whimpered into the night, his sobs echoing against the trees.  He held his hands out in desperation, pleading and praying with everything and nothing.  He looked around hoping to see someone, but there was only him.  On this dark, cold forsaken road, Jonathon was all alone.  His only companion, the body of the man he had killed.