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

I think, therefore I am. 
 
 I stood in front of rows of small television screens, each showing a video feed of a different part of the facility. 
 
 They were showing barren halls, empty cells, abandoned rooms. One screen showed a table near the entrance door, liquid dripping down the side, a cup smashed into two halves on the floor. A chair was overturned. No sign of life. 
 
 I tried to move my hands but realized that I couldn ’ t, remembering that they were immobilized behind my back in long sleeves wrapped around my body and held in a harness. 
 
 And so I had to bend down so that my face was right over the control panel and I used my nose to press the buttons to open archival footage and reverse the feed. 
 
 Static played along the screens and I saw dark shapes moving on them, rushing away from the exits. The coffee cup was back on the table and an arm that had just toppled it withdrew. The chair was righted. The video skipped back too far and I pressed play. 
 
 And there I saw myself on one of the screens, holding a baton, trying to ward off the escaping patients. I watched as I beat one down, two. But there were too many of them. They overwhelmed me and tackled me to the ground and I followed their progress across the screens as they forced me into a straightjacket and put me in a cell, forced to watch as they rushed towards the exit, leaving me behind in the abandoned facility.
