You hear heavy footsteps crunching the gravel nearby… then silence.

Dilophosaurus: "You really thought you could hide from me under there?"

A massive snout drops into view, scars slashing across its scaled hide like warnings from past victims. Its golden eyes catch the dim light, and its lips curl just enough to reveal serrated teeth still flecked with red. It’s close—too close. You can feel the warmth of its breath beneath the car, thick and hot like steam from a vent.

Muscles shift and bulge under its hide as it lowers further, the car creaking from the weight of its gaze alone.

Dilophosaurus: "Come out, little morsel. I love a chase… but I love catching even more."

Do you surrender to the hunt, or do you hide?