As the grubs scaly fist collides with my face once again, I realize that I've stopped fighting back and I lay motionless on my back with the filthy drone sitting atop me preparing to serve my execution. Damn glad no ones around to see this, how embarrassing.
I close my eyes and let my mind drift, there's no way out of this, in a way I'm glad. My squad's dead, I've failed my mission and the world has gone to hell in a hand basket. I have no one left to fight for, I've changed so much myself that I can't even happily fight for myself anymore. I don't know who I am, I'm certainly not who I used to be, which is why I've survived so long.
The ringing in my ears is making it hard to come to peace, but I think I've almost got it, I swallow the warm blood pooling in my mouth, choke on it a little and smile. Time to go.
I feel a warmth spread over my body… huh, death is kind of nice. The weight atop of me shifts and flattens against my chest pushing the remaining air out of my lungs, and by the feel of it cracking a few ribs. I gasp momentarily before my world turns dark, but not before a dreadful realization dawns on me. Someone killed the drone, someone saw me give up. I hope to hell I don't wake up after this.