Stay still and quiet

The scaly lizard feet pace slowly, one step at a time, from one side of the room to the other. You follow them with your eyes, but otherwise don't move a muscle. Cold sweat streams down your body, raising goosebumps along your bare back. And to think just a few minutes ago, you were dying from the heat.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be, human," the lizard monster says. "We just want to talk to you."

That was the second time it referred to itself as 'we'. Were there more of them, or did it think of itself as multiple beings? Or did it not have a good grasp of English pronouns? Come to think of it, how did it know English at all? And why the fuck are you thinking about this random shit right now? There's a fugitive from Jurassic Park in your aunt's guest bedroom. A hysterical laugh rises up in your throat, **** you, and your head spins as you fight to keep it contained, to not give yourself away. It's not funny, it's not funny...

Suddenly, the bed slides away from the wall with a screeeech that makes your hair stand on end. You look up, into the cold, golden eyes of a giant reptile. Its face is covered in small scales, green-gold like the feet, but with pale blotches around the eyes and blue mottling down the throat. The lips part and a black, forked tongue slides out, flicks the air for a moment, then disappears.

"Found you," it says.