Only 4 days. 4 days without sleep, of constant battle. I would have lay down and died for the chance to just rest for a few seconds, but there was no rest here. Every defeated soldier was raised as another member of the undead horde. Within minutes of their corpse hitting the cursed land their arms were twitching again with an unholy life, then they would reach for their weapon and we, who fought and bled beside them as brothers, would be forced to kill them. Vaghan grabs me and pulls me to my feet, "Do not despair, hope yet remains."