Fear was twisting his soul, tearing his mind. The fear of death, though it was not his own .
Lying in his bed watching the ceiling he waited for the inevitable. Madness. Chaos would finally become what it had always urged to be. In control.
As he lay there, feeling the terrors invade his body, carry away the last shards of the man he used to be, his eyes opened wide. He sat up, for a while without moving.
He grabbed an axe on his way out. All the threats would soon be gone.