Surrounded

There are eyes everywhere. They wince and wait to attack. Who or what they are is unknown. We can not discern any shapes. All we can see are eyes. Bright, glowing eyes. Much like cartoon characters in the dark. Some eyes squinting, all staring. We hear growling, hissing and snarling. We are surrounded. "Maybe if we stay perfectly still they won't notice we're here." I suggest. We hear a loud roar. "So far I don't think that's working." Olivia says. "I know, but right now I don't want to move a muscle either."