She hears a crash.

She jumps, then tells Alê not to worry about it and gets up and goes to a window on that side of the house.

Seems like a vampire has thrown a stone at her neighbor's window.

She ducks, pointlessly, and lets the curtain fall back over the window.

A moment later she gets up and goes over to Alexandre – leaves the stake on the side in the kitchen – and suggests it might be time for bed and that they can just turn the TV off, okay?

The outside is silent again.

And then Alexandre is in bed, having brushed his teeth, and Clarice is back downstairs, retrieves her wooden stake, and is hopefully able to get through the night by not being killed by a flying rock or anything.

She tries to sit there quite quietly.

Another crash.

She gets up after a few seconds to see what's happened.

A couple of vampires are depredating another house.

… It's probably not a good idea to keep looking out the window.

She goes to sit back inside again. Quietly.

She has a book if she gets tired of just listening.

A brick flies through one of her windows, shattering it.

She jumps again, then ducks in case any more come through.

That looks suspiciously like a Molotov Cocktail sailing through her kitchen window.

She tries to move out of the way – put a wall between her and it.

BOOM

She hisses as the flames grow behind her, manages to throw herself just out of the path of them so she doesn't get so burnt – can't say anything for the rest of the room – and holds her breath so she doesn't inhale hot air and damage her lungs.

Alexandre probably won't think of those ideas, though.

He probably will not, but he's upstairs in bed —

And that likely will not protect him.

Clarice tries to pull herself up from the floor, choking a little on the hot air – she doesn't have practice trying to hold her breath that long under these circumstances, she's not good enough for this – and heads for the stairs.

More crashes come from downstairs, but no explosions.

– Alexandre's crying, but fortunately not actually physically harmed – Clarice doesn't know what to do next or where to go –

She grabs her bag from the landing, it has some medical supplies and could be useful.

Out the window is an option – a deadly one, they'll be killed in minutes if not seconds – but staying within the building is hardly sustainable when it's going to be up in flames in a few minutes –

She has some time to decide, the fire won't consume her and her child right this minute.

She gets Alexandre to hold still – she can probably trust him to do as she tells him in this sort of scenario, he should understand some of the weight of it all – and starts pulling things from the bed, trying to figure out how to get them some more time.

(At some point she lost the weapon she had. Not an immediate problem, it's not the most immediate problem – she wouldn't have been able to fight them off anyway – but it still leaves her feeling more vulnerable than she'd like.)

The cover will be able to soften the landing if they go out the window, and a sleeping bag from the cupboard can go around the edge of the door into the room, reduce the smoke that gets in, give them maybe a little more time –

Not that much smoke yet, but probably a good idea.

It occurs to her now that the pain she's been ignoring – may be a problem, shortly. She didn't think she'd been injured that badly, and maybe she hadn't, maybe it won't be a problem – there's not much she can do about it right now anyway.

She opens the curtains, checks out the window at the ground outside – without opening the window just yet.

Empty grounds. The houses she knows are empty (because everyone died) are undamaged, but the others have fires in them or are otherwise destroyed.