Native (5)
"Oh, shit!" less than ten seconds after the calm soldier convinced himself on what had to be done, they were attacked by a detachment group of zombies with a weird right arm. It was like a parasitic being had forcefully rearranged the structure of its host's limb and turned it into something else.
In this case, the left arm was turned into something like a biologically formed musket. It was only capable of firing a single projectile each time. Still, the rate of fire was higher than the traditional one.
Perhaps, the differences in firepower were compensated by the lack of external bullets or sophisticated parts needed. All the parasitic weaponry required was a collective of powerful flesh and muscle to force that bullet out to kill.
And what happened to the unit-2 leader was the best outcome for this horde and the native leading them.