Special Inspector Edmund Cook made quite a name for himself carving a chunk out of the Horzine creatures spat forth during the outbreak. But every warrior, even one dressed as farm poultry, must eventually taste the harsh sting of ultimate defeat.
Happily, a mysterious benefactor possessed the means to resurrect our deranged copper and return him (and his infamous costume) to the fray. Enhanced with combat biotech designed to dish out some serious assault and battery to Horzine's minions, despite technically being dead, Cook's legend continues to grow.
He is out there. He can't be bargained with. He can't be reasoned with. He doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And he absolutely will not stop, ever.