Nightmares

The dead claw at our barricades. Sleep deprivation weakens our resolve. All except General Carvalho, who always swore that he would never become Lost. Today, we finally found out the true extent of his resolve. To save his soul from being Lost, he sold it to Corruption instead. How many years has he spent preparing for this final stand? Now the nightmare is in here with us, roaring rage at the Lost outside. He's tearing down our barricades to get at them. It's so hard to think. The singing has started again, rising up from under the ground. Am I asleep, or awake?