The lights flickered into life, casting new insight onto what lay beyond the door of the basement laboratory. Test tubes lay smashed on tables, or had been thrown to the floor and shattered on impact. It was literally impossible to step forward without hearing the crunch of glass underfoot.
Measuring cups, funnels, beakers and the like had been irreparably destroyed, and a bunsen burner lay on its side in a corner. The metal was warped from where it had been stamped on repeatedly.
These were no the actions of a sane mind.
Fortunately the gas taps were switched off, halting the possibility of a leak. The only semi-neat thing in the room was on the whiteboard. Formulas had been scrawled hurriedly but tidily. But what truly drew the eye however, were the walls themselves. The writing here was frantic, with words crossing over sentence upon sentence.
All our fault... government going where they shouldn't... no more experiments... pounding in the walls I have to give them to the walls... the voice is here got to scratch... scratch it out
Perception check, -1 for the debris.