It was a hot day, the sun shining and its rays warming the pavement. You were walking through the old abandoned scrap yard and cursing the sun for its fervency.

It's when you stumble over something in your path that you snap out of your begrudging mind and nearly fall. Look at the offending tripping hazard with a glare before you instantly turn to confusion.

A turtle shell?

Bending down to pick it up only for it to hiss at you. You snatch your hand back, eyes wide as you observe the shell.