Philip Kindred, Man and a Half
In a tube, he awoke. He had no idea where he was, or who he was. As he heard a growling and banging coming from the next room, all he knew was that he was prepared. As the beast came in, he smashed it to a bloody pulp against the door. This was only the beginning. Knowing he would die of cold and hunger, he skinned the beast with a shard of glass so that he could wear it and eat it. As time passed, Philip realized he had an odd aversion to weapons. From fighting off armed looters with his bare fists to suplexing a deer for food, he always felt more comfortable using his own body to fight. After becoming more acquainted with the world and fixing his chronic eye problems, he felt the world too easy for him. Fighting dogmen barehanded while barely sustaining injuries just wasn't enough, especially with how scarce they were and how they refused to fight him in packs.
He had to go after the most dangerous game, the guards around the only city still standing. The first guard seemed confused at his approach, repeatedly ordering him to stop before drawing his pistol. He fired in desperation, but missed his mark each time. As they got closer, the true fight started. The guard got some good pistol butts in, but ultimately was beaten to death. Sadly for him, his shotgun was never loaded. Philip loaded up with all of his gear, happy about the new body armor. Another nearby guard fell victim, his only true shot being absorbed by the armor. After coming closer to the city, he used all the money from the extra equipment to buy some advanced cyber augmentations and a gas mask with some filters. This next guard was much more vigilant, and quickly called for drone backup. word had probably spread about the first two already. Feeling the rush coming on, Philip entirely ignored available cover. This was probably a bad idea. The guard completely unloaded on him, and while many were absorbed by Philip's body armor, four hit true. Then the drone popped up, and another four shots hit. Bleeding heavily, Philip continued his charge and brought the guard to the ground. A struggle ensued, and the guard's left arm leg were both broken. Philip was much worse off however, his earlier wounds bringing him to his knees. As Philip lay over the guard, attempting to strangle him to death, he past out and died. I blame the diarrhea.