The Chickenator – part dead policeman, part robot and all foul. This one is special, in so many ways. Not the least of those is the fact that his robot eye glows in the dark and his chicken suit tends to leave a trail of feathers behind it, just so you know where he’s been! 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.