With such fury in one mans bloodshot, demented eyes, you'd think he would give up eventually.The ominous sounds from some sort of crazed creature sent a spine-chill down his back. Stephen was his name, and he was not alone. 

Stephen ignored the first grunt of what he thought to be his mind playing tricks, but as his opponent got closer, he realised without hesitating, he was being watched. Stephen didn't like fighting much, but he knew what he had gotten himself into. 

The cold, sharp sound of his iron-welded sword drew from his loose buckle, turning around ever so slowly, hands trembling. His heart dropped in an instant, to find a starving zombie, who glared his cold eyes right into Stephen's. The beast didn't move, but as Stephen looked down he found himself a monstrous spider-like creature, who also gawked at him. 

In a heartbeat Stephen swung his sword with immense power he never felt before. Adrenaline rushing through his body as his slashes hit his opponents in a matter of seconds. His eyes gleaming with fustration and rage, staring into the lifeless corpses of the atrocious creatures. He fell back as he realised, he was a murderer.

Daylight broke from the cracks of the revealing cave from the gloomy mineshaft, which showed Stephen's wholly white eyes. He was no longer what he used to be. He was furious with power.

He was no longer "Stephen"

The end.