The Gass Grenade Tactic

As if on cue, a low growl resonated through the depot, and the ominous silhouette of the mutant zombie emerged from the shadows, seemingly unaffected by the recent explosion. Its mutated form and makeshift armor hinted at an unsettling resilience.

Hobe tightened his grip on the spiked baseball bat, ready for the next phase of the battle. "We need a plan for this one too."

Mia, reloading her crossbow, chimed in, "I can aim for the gaps in its armor, but we need to find a way to immobilize it."

Hank, considering the options, weighed in, "Oscar, any more surprises up your sleeve?"

Oscar checked his equipment, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I've got a few smoke grenades. We can use them for cover and maybe disorient it."

"Good. Let's coordinate. Hobe, you and Mark focus on close combat. Mia, provide cover, and Oscar, use those smoke grenades when we need to reposition," Hank directed.