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you. If he could smell you, you’d already be soaking in his gastric juices. He doesn’t know you’re here and there’s no reason for him to find out…”
“HEY, YOU, BEHIND THE VENDING MACHINE!”
The voice startled Juan and the urge to get up and run was almost irresistible. They had been discovered and it was only a matter of seconds before the T-Rex headed straight for them, its jaws wide open.
He made an enormous effort to ignore the primordial instinct to flee and sat there, in an ice cold sweat. Dinosaurs don’t understand English, he thought, so whoever had spoken hadn’t given them away. He heard an ex-plosive roar and despite what his brain told him, raised himself up to take another look. The Tyrannosaurus seemed infuriated. He’d given up on the door and was now roaring a
