This is how I'm going to die...Isn't it?

I clutched my chest as I waded through the foul-smelling and brackish waters of the swamp, my body wracked with immeasurable pain. I was also hot, so very hot. I could feel beads of sweat pouring down my bloodied face. My breathing was hard and heavy and I could feel my heart beating rapidly within my chest. Everything was becoming a blur and I was finding it difficult – No, impossible, to gather my thoughts.

Not in the defense of the Alliance...

My armor was caked in blood, most of it my own. I was feeling dizzy, light-headed. It was a struggle to remain conscious. My blood continued to spill, the pungent, olive-green swamp-water turning crimson. I could feel the last of my strength being sapped away.

But alone in some stinking swamp.

I shambled out of the water, my body trembling, my armor rattling. I felt weak, incredibly weak, my legs turning to pudding. I could no longer find the strength to continue. My legs then finally buckled and I collapsed under a massive willow. Everything was spinning and the heat was becoming unbearable. It was making me nauseous and I could feel my stomach beginning to turn. My throat was on fire, and it continued to burn, even after I had vomited my last meal all over the moist earth. I coughed, which only agitated my sore throat even further. Everything hurt. Every bone and every muscle ached.

I wonder if anyone will find me out here...?

I closed my eyes, awaiting death's sweet release...