He had one last thing to take care of, and then he was free.
The old brickhouse looked worn down, built long before anything InGen related touched this sacred ground.
Because that's what it was...it was sacred. He stole this land from the natives, plain and simple. Ruined it for his own personal gain, and if he was honest with himself, he still didn't regret it in the slightest. His career wouldn't have been nearly as fruitful without it.
His career...
He didn't feel bad about any of them. He'd do it again if he could, it would only be right. Murderers, theives, liars, all drawn to this island like a honeypot.
Himself included.
He tossed the gun aside, letting it fall to the grassy floor, and used the old key he always kept in his pocket to open the large metal door. He couldn't believe it was finally time to use the damn thing.
He wasn't entirely fulfilled though.
Elise was still walking.
He couldn't tell whether or not he was happy with that. On one hand, Elise was no exception, she deserved to rot here. To be condemned to the soil of this rotting isle. But on the other hand...
...how miserable she must be now. He could only hope his words would burrow into her mind like a parasite. Like the prions that haunted this land.
He closed the door and locked it, the room looking as barren as he had hoped. No windows, no connection to the outside world, no nothing. Just four walls and a metal door. No medicine in his pockets either, not knife, nothing to keep him tethered to reality when things got bad. Not even a lighter.
He remembered the old legends that the natives passed around. A man would be left alone with his thoughts - usually in a cave, and he would have to truly repent for whatever crime he had committed. It was a process to cleanse the soul, more or less.
Most of the native legends he brushed off as nonsense, tales from a primitive culture. But he always loved that one, always wanted to try it on someone.
Guess it was time to test it out.
He snapped the key in two.