It's around six and the sun is setting. People are returning home from work, and the day is quiet.
The silence is terrifying. But maybe better than active screaming if the vampires are elsewhere.
She snaps her head around to look – realizes that wasted precious time and she has nothing to hand to help her – and bolts away from the group, pulling Alexandre with her.
– Neither bullet hits her, Alexandre doesn't jerk in a worrying way – they keep going –
And her son, her son is – hopefully okay but it's more important they get away or they won't be if they currently are – they won't get away sufficiently anyway but there's a chance.
Alexandre stumbles a little but catches himself – can't run as quickly as his mother, he's too small, but he's desperate to try.
They keep going – while they can, at least; Alexandre starts to lag.
Is there anyone else about, are there obvious weapons, obvious ways for her to defend them?
If there's something she can pry loose – a piece of metal? Or preferably actually some sort of wood, are there trees that look liable to lose branches –?
It doesn't take too long, and she has a serviceable weapon. One that might do absolutely no good against anything if she's unlucky, but a weapon nonetheless.
They keep going, heading out of town. Alexandre hiccups, every so often, but doesn't actively distract her, just follows.
Cold, heartless, ignoring the person in case it's – a trap, no, probably not, but it's not something they can really afford to help with.
She encourages Alexandre along.