He held his breath. He willed his racing mind to be still. Don't let the fear consume. He was convinced the beast could smell fear. The dish with it's eyes lay there untouched. When it wasn't hunting it's prey it didn't need them. The boy prayed those eyeballs stayed in that dish.
He was devising a plan. It was obviously 'get the hell outta there' but it had to be more calculated than that. His heartbeat drilled in his ears. The beast stirred noticing the drum line in the boy’s chest. Now or never. He crept for the exit.