Chapter 6
A half-hour later, I march up to the derelict factory where Mom and I live. Old plastic signs hang on cockeyed angles on the brick buildings, all of them reading: Ozymandias Chemical. A gentle breeze cools the sweat on my face. The adrenaline rush from my encounters with the Lacerator and Fritz are all long gone. Now I just feel bone tired.
The main factory is a long, two-story affair nested in a labyrinth of smaller structures. If you look carefully enough, you can still see stuff painted on the bricks.
Remember your eye protection.
Caution! Dangerous chemical storage!
All overtime must be pre-approved.
Our entrance sits at the far end of the main building. I approach the rusted door, enter my key code into the alarm system, and step inside. What happens next is more of a
