The fighting goes on for weeks, but you are clearly losing. There are now more dead than alive. You eat and sleep with your musket close at hand, but you know it's only a matter of time. All the men in your colony are forced to ban together as militia, which are citizen-soldiers; but this last desperate measure is too little, too late.
You feel dead inside as you surrender to the inevitable. Perhaps the hardest thing is the knowledge that you are the invader here. You regret not seeking peace when you had the chance, maybe things would have turned out different. The supply ship from England won't arrive for several more months. You wonder whether or not they'll find the remains of your colony.