Roy's bare-feet waded through the seaweed as he pondered along the beach. He enjoyed the humid weather and the burning sun on his neck. Gazing over the terrain, Roy tried to make out his friend Roxy. He glanced at his watch, pondering where she was. Roy swiped a bead of sweat off his forehead and unzipped his hoody. Wearing heavy blue jeans, Roy wished he had put on shorts but dismissed that thought and continuing pondering along the shoreline.
Then, in reflex, Roy jerked his foot away from a sharp, painful prick. Roy glanced at the sand, and was alarmed to see his foot had been wounded slightly by a syringe buried in the sand. Considering other people's safety, Roy dug out the syringe and thrust it into the sea. Suddenly Roy felt a bubbly, peculiar sensation in his gut. He clutched his stomach and tried to waddle forward. But he only got a couple of feet before he began to feel light headed. Roy, paralyzed, collapsed on the sandy ground.
Then, in reflex, Roy jerked his foot away from a sharp, painful prick. Roy glanced at the sand, and was alarmed to see his foot had been wounded slightly by a syringe buried in the sand. Considering other people's safety, Roy dug out the syringe and thrust it into the sea. Suddenly Roy felt a bubbly, peculiar sensation in his gut. He clutched his stomach and tried to waddle forward. But he only got a couple of feet before he began to feel light headed. Roy, paralyzed, collapsed on the sandy ground.