Surrounded

I can feel my soul slipping from my being. It's a haunting feeling, one I've never experienced before. Each time I wake, I feel my mind falling apart. My body grows sluggish, with the cats posing more of a threat. My watch of the beaches is beginning to see a bleeding red from the port. Maybe my entire watch may soon be for naught. I can feel my body failing, and my soul drifting. I feel I may not be long for this world. Wallace, forgive me. I've failed. -Antonio Guerra