Aura walked along in the middle of the makeshift formation of fellow survivors, clutching the board ruler quietly. She had no illusions as to her combat capability in her current state, none at all. She wasn't a melee fighter and, despite her earlier show of pulling the boys into the maintenance room, wasn't very strong. She was maybe 110 pounds soaking wet, and that was probably a massive overstatement. So, to say that she was relieved that the boys had decided to be chivalrous and protect the distraught lady was the understatement of the year. Then again, if she could get to her house, she'd be the one covering those boys. Their melee oriented style, while well suited for their current level of equipment, was much more dangerous in the long run, though she also had to admit it would be much easier to sustain a melee oriented style as that didn't require a hand reloading kit. 

Then again, she didn't exactly have time to worry about that now as those damned zombies seemed to be attack from all sides. She had a reliable protection detail in the form of her friends, but their stamina wasn't infinite. So they'd need to get to their escape vehicle double quick, preferably without using up too much of their energy. Now, ideally, this would be done without drawing any attention either, but since they seemed to move with all the subtly of an angered lion, that just wasn't happening. No, this would have to be a break-out in force, and they'd have to move in a fast attack formation. As they walked, Aura suggested "[color=004b80]When we get there, All three of you should switch to the front and charge out in a blitz, clear the path. I can handle myself well enough that I won't need a guard in the final stretch.[/color]"