"This road is slippery," Irene said to herself. She was driving through a wooded area, at 10:30 at night, which was snowing softly, making the roads slippery.

She had gotten lost on her way to a cheap car repair shop she had found online. It was slippery and dark; not good combos. She kept her eyes on the road, but glanced only for a moment at her phone when it buzzed a few times.

"Stupid phone," she muttered.

But the phone wasn't so stupid. The buzzing was a weather alert that was warning about a bad blizzard that was going to sweep right through the area she was in. It buzzed again, and she didn't even glance at it. This time it was a news alert. A criminal from a nearby prison the blizzard had hit, had escaped. But she didn't know any of this.

She kept driving, and noticed the road she was driving on, was getting deeper into a forest. The snow had began to fall profusely now, keeping her windshield wipers on max. Shrugging off her mild concern, she pressed on the gas pedal more. There was a terrible bang, then the car stopped, and smoke began rolling out of the sides of the hood.

"Oh, great!" she complained, leaning her head on the steering wheel. But she suddenly stopped and realized what actually was happening. Her car had broken down, with no way to fix it, at night, in the middle of no where in the snow. She began to worry, and grabbed her phone. Only then did she see the weather warning and news alert.

I might get hit with the blizzard, but there's no way the criminal got this far, she thought to herself. Rummaging around in her backseat, she pulled up a blanket and a flashlight. She covered herself with the blanket, since the car began to get cold, and held the flashlight just in case.

Now I'll just call someone, she thought, trying to dial her mom's number. When she tried however, a big no signal flashed in her face. She began to worry even more then, she couldn't call, she didn't have food, it had begun to snow super hard, it was dark, and she was alone where no one knew where she was.

The wind began to howl outside the car, the snow beat against it, covering the windows so they couldn't be seen through anymore.

Suddenly, Irene heard a loud thumping against the front of the car. She couldn't see out of the window because it had iced over. Her heart began to beat faster and faster as she clutched the blanket tightly in her grasp. A hand suddenly slapped on the passengers side of the door and wiped off the snow. Irene threw off the blanket, I'm saved! She thought in joy. Her smile however, was dissapeared off her face when the person's face looked in at her. He had snow white hair, icy blue eyes, and red lips that curved into a smile. It was the exact face as the one shown in the newspaper alert about the escaped criminal. He was the escaped criminal. Cold shivers ran down her back as she realised she didn't know what to do.

He began to do something odd, he stepped back, and to Irene's horror, began to shoot ice out of his hands onto the car. How's that even possible??? She thought frantically. The ice began spreading over that side of the car, making it creak and groan, and in some spots caving in. She had to get out.

Panicking, she unlocked her car door, and flung it open, forgetting the flashlight, and began running into the woods, barely able to see through the snow. Running deeper into the woods, she slowed when she thought he wasn't chasing her anymore. Stopping and looking behind her, she didn't see him anywhere.
I need to find shelter, she thought, but there wasn't anything but trees and snow for any direction.

Stumbling forwards, she could barely see the ground because of how hard it had begun to snow. Suddenly a icicle dug into the back of her leg, cutting it and leaving drops of blood in the snow. She dropped to one knee and screamed, part because of the injury, but mainly because the man had stepped out of the swirling mass of falling snow behind her. He laughed as she got up, and Irene began running the other way, despite her cut that throbbed in every step.

Blindly running, she managed to evade most tree roots on the ground. She could hear him madly laughing behind her, which urged her to keep running. His laughter kept getting closer and closer as she was tiring fast. Spots appeared in the edge of her vision, her mouth felt dry and her lungs felt like they were going to explode.

But what was that in the distance, a light? In the far distance she spotted a house. Hope spurred her on, but she forgot to look where she was going. Her foot caught in a root and she fell, face first into the snow, gasping as the wind got knocked out of her.

If she hadn't have tripped, maybe she would have gotten away, but she fell, and the man caught up with her, dragging her back into the the forest. Her screams were heard for a moment, then all was quiet.