hank tried to stand, he did. Truth be told he wasn't in his prime condition. Added on that he was carrying more then he should have been. He wanted the will to fight, He wanted to live...But he was too weak...he could hear a voice though. he tried to focus with both his eyes and ears but was too weak to make out anything.

Hank would try again at standing, this time disoriented and still out of focus, but he stood. he couldn't tell if the person in front of him was human or not...Or even if he was still human. What he knew was he was standing...If he could stand he could run, if he could run he could live. He turned around and tried to run, It turned mostly into a drunk stumble more then anything but he was moving. He knew his way out, that's where he was going.