Hank realized that he wasn't getting moved to his place. He had to make home, His daughter was home alone by now, and there was a loaded gun inside his back pack. He didn't know these people, they could be trying to kill him or all he knew.

Hank forced enough strength to throw the man off his arm, Hank was weak still but his will ti fight for his life was still in action. He pulled away from the woman and he started to his place, Only to fall about 20 feet from the front door of the apartment building his bare skin landing in the road. "...dammit..." Hank had been in a similar situation once, getting ready for a last stand, only that time he had a pipe in his hands. All he could do was hope these people were actually trying to help him...He was too weak to keep fighting...