More moving in silence.

She keeps an eye out for danger, warily – not that she'll be able to do much, but, still.

Nothing in sight.

And Alexandre – is doing okay?

He's looking a bit tired. Predictably scared.

Physically mostly unharmed.

Oh good.

Walk walk walk.

Ominous silence.

… Ominous moreso than before?

Kinda.

– Are there not many people around, did they just disappear?

Well there already weren't—most people are locked up in their houses or in their cars or in other bands like this—but this particular street is particularly deserted.

"… It's quite quiet," she comments, trying to sound… like she's doing it absently.

"Yeah. Creepy."

She tries to move inwards, not stray too near the edge of the pack. Alexandre comes with.

Walk walk shuffle shuffle.

"Little bit of a bad feeling."

The lead gal grunts acknowledgement.

… Nothing she can actually do to help herself be more prepared.

Alexandre can stay very close.

Silence silence silence—

—a scream—

– From nearby or further away?

Further away.

Keeping moving would probably be a good idea.

Alexandre looks like he's trying not to cry.

—another scream, closer by. They start walking faster.

Alexandre jumps.