A scientist at heart.

[AtomicWaffle†]

((Continued from Natural Disaster))

The area was barren, devoid of all life exept the dormant industrial mechanisms. Paradise for Garry Dodd. Towering chimmenies and dull, brick buildings held everything Garry could ever want. Chemicals, mechanical items, and even an incinerator.

Garry had always had a fascination with machines, ever since he was a small child. He had even built a machine that feeds his cat for him, alternating the food between days. That was only one of the few things he had constructed. Flamethrowers, pneumatic cannons that shot balls of plaster, and the tazer inside his now destroyed (and not needed) cane. Garry also fiddled with chemicals, often causing untold damage among tabletops. All of this his father did not stop, only because Garry rebuilt anything that was broken. Even his father's guns.

Garry spotted a factory close to the incinerator. The sign was long rusted away, and the doors barely stayed on the brown bricked building. As he entered, the doors did indeed break right off of the walls.
"Ugh.." Garry brushed rusted steel chips off of his hands.

The factory was massive on the inside, with conveyor belts traversing the facility, old drums full of dangerous chemicals, and a massive oven and storage unit. The other side of the facility held the control room, once accessed by stairs, now one would have to climb up the network of chains hanging off the ceiling.
Neat... But what does all this do?
Walking around the dormant machinery, there showed no signs or labels as to what was made in this facility. Finally, he decided to head towards the chemical drums. What he saw was suprising. It seemed the facility manufactured.... Cleaning agents. Some drums contained the highly acidic Hydrochloric acid, Bleach, and even sulphuric acid. The barrels went on for a long way into the facility. Garry remembered a rhyme he had learned in chemistry:

Little Johnny took a drink, but he shall drink no more.
For what he thought was H2O was H2SO4.

All of these chemicals were extremely dangerous. None of this made sense. These shouldn't have been stored in any facility other than something thoroughly protected. Didn't the terrorists see this?
They did.
A manaical grin spread across Garry's face. He raced across the facility until he reached the broken stairs to the control room. It was easy enough, he thought. Garry climbed up what was left of the stairs, being cautious to avoid the jagged metal. Finally, he reached a large chain which he used to pull himself up into the aluminum box.

The control room held a variety of buttons, some just providing functions such as light, conveyor belt strength, etcetera. Then Garry spotted a large green lever on the side of the room labeled "Start operation" Beside it was a lone gas mask. In one motion, Garry picked up the gas mask and threw the switch. Miraculously, it worked.
At the state it was in, it shouldn't have, but it did. Pulleys started to move up and down, conveyor belts came to life, and the massive oven at the side of the facility heated up.

Garry realized what the chain was that he used to get to the doorway of the control room; a pulley. He grabbed it and gently dropped down onto the concrete floor. With the machines in operation, he could now have some fun.

*popUMP* The lid came off of a barrel labeled "Bleach". Sure enough, the barrel was full of the stuff. However, it was not very useful for what he was doing. Next, he came to a barrel labeled: "CAUTION - Hydrochloric Acid".
This barrel was a little different. Instead of having the acid be open to the air, there was a airtight tube coming out of the top. For good reason. Garry continued on to the next series of barrels, most of them were cleaning agents, but then he came to the prize, what he had taken the most intrest in before: Sulphuric Acid.

He went to work. It was only a matter of time before someone investigated the loud noises. Garry took many of the barrels and mixed together the most dangerous chemical acids he could find. He had to make sure not even the slightest trace of water was in the vials he was using, otherwise he would be as good as dead.

Sons of bitches won't see this coming... Garry laughed to himself as he perminently sealed the vials and carefully placed them inside a pocket of his bag. "Hmm... Now that isn't too safe now is it Garry?" Garry muttered to himself. The vials could break if he took a nasty fall. Then, he got a moment of inspiration. He took off his socks and placed them around the vials.
"Perfect." Garry smiled back and looked at the whole facility. He felt like he was on top of the world. He had the deadliest weapons, and the easiest way to get them. "But what if...." Someone else came here... Garry ran back up to the control room, and set the facility as fast as it could go in this state.

The barrels were not as heavy as he has expected, as he tossed each one onto the conveyor belt, pouring sulphuric acid inside of the storage room.  Oh shit.. Sulphuric acid and metal?

"FUUUUUCCCK!!!!" Garry ran as fast as he could out of the facility, screaming profanities as the dangerous chemical gases worked their way outside of the storage room.

*BOOM*

The evidently explosive chemicals reacted with the oven and hydrogen gas to produce, among other things, a very large explosion, completely destroying the chemical plant.

Garry kept running.

((Continued in Don't Wait Up For Me.))

[Jotun†]

((Continued from When the silence remains...))

The paradise was interrupted by what Seth surmised to be a very large explosion. A silence reutrned, slowly, and moments after was interrupte dby what was, unless Seth was very much mistaken, a bombardment of heavy debris landing on the top of the warehouse. Seth deliberated very briefly before deciding to investigate the explosion, and deal with, either by confrontation or avoidance, whatever threat that awaited,

Bag over his shoulder, Seth stepped out of the factory and wandered forward, seeing the billowing cloud of smoke rise into the sky, debris littering the entire area around him. In the distance, a boy was running very quickly away from the explosion site. Steeling his legs, Seth took off after him.

He reasoned that anyone with a weapon powerful enough to make that kind of explosion would be a constant danger and no refuge would be safe from him. Seth had planned to stay in one spot as long as possible to avoid death, and this boy was a threat to that plan.

((Continued elsewhere.)