[ WP ] You are a patient in a psych ward . You decide to break out , but find that the entire place was abandoned long ago

“ You have to look at it from a survival perspective. We are dying here, Lyle, and soon, no one will inhabit this island. We ’ ve run dry. We ’ re done. We tried to keep ourselves going by letting our own go, but we have no choice in the matter. You see, it wasn ’ t our decision to be left here, stranded. It wasn ’ t our decision to be isolated from everything, and then have the only thing other than ourselves that have any sense of the word “ human ” disappear in the night. If it isn ’ t crazy enough that we ended up in an institution, how much crazier is it that we ’ re stranded? Why can ’ t we get out of here Lyle? Why can ’ t we get the hell out of here? ” 
 
 I stood, staring blankly at the face in front of me. Finally, I was able to conjure up a thought. “ Ed, you ’ re losing me. How are you dying when you have a full staff of people to feed you every day? We ’ re surely not the most “ correct ” institution, but we don ’ t let our patients die in our control. We don ’ t let people who were forced to come here, not by choice, rot away in the ground below. We are civil. ” 
 
 “ We both know that is complete bullshit, Lyle. We both know what happened two years ago – the night when you and all of the other staff members abandoned us here, to live on this island, alone. We escaped our cells and occupied the island ’ s grounds for two years, Lyle – for two whole fucking years, and not once did we have a grip on what ’ s going on. ” 
 
 “ Exactly. How do you not see this? We are dying because we have nothing left. There is no food here. There is no time left for us to continue to keep ourselves going, when every day, we wake up wondering why we keep going to begin with. I ’ m at the point where I know my time is over, and I think it all comes down to you and the rest of the people you call a staff. ” 
 
 “ Are you actually trying to tell me that you treated us correctly two years ago? You ’ re seriously trying to convince me that it wasn ’ t wrong for all of you to evacuate this asylum on boats in the middle of the night, two years ago, leaving all of the patients to die under the ground? ” 
 
 “ I understand. I now understand my fate. I am going to thank you for keeping me occupied these past couple of months, because if it wasn ’ t for you, I ’ m not sure I ’ d be sane. ” 
 
 “ That ’ s not the case. Lyle, can ’ t you see it? Doesn ’ t it make sense to you? Everything you are is made from something that you left to rot. I think the most twisted part of it all is that you don ’ t see that yet. All you see is me. All you ’ ve known is me. All you ’ ve ever said to anyone was said to me. Give up, Lyle. Give up. I hope you ’ re happy with your decision. Remember when you said that the only thing here is a shallow grave that you walk on, to separate the living from the dead? Well here it is, Lyle. Here is your grand finale – your final step. I am the corpse that graces your boot. I am the soul that flickers through your vision when you don ’ t want me to. I am the source of your uneasy feeling when you walk outside and realize that a few hundred miles off the coast, a legacy is dying. I am the mutilated corpse. I am the stutter in his words. I am life, and I am death, for Lyle Cage. I am Edwin Jacob Rice, the one you left behind – to die, down below. ” 

