What would I do?

[Therin]

Time for a peek into my own mind, to speculate on what I might do in a given situation. Let's see what happens!

"How am I supposed to watch her to the door if she walks behind all the houses?" That's my grandmother, a caring, strong woman if ever there was one. Smart, too.
"I don't know...Maybe she lives just down that path a couple of feet." That's me. I'm too infatuated with "her" to think about negative things right now.
"Maybe..."

Suddenly, she stops. Her next step would have taken her into the shadows behind the townhouses, and out of our sight. She begins to back pedal, but very slowly. Four large men follow her out into the light. One of them is slapping a crowbar casually against his palm.
"Shit!" I yell, "Call the cops!" Before I can think about it, I am out of the car, not even pausing to shut the door, and racing full tilt out of the parking lot, across the grass to do something. What I'm going to do I don't know yet, no cohesive plan has formed itself in my mind. My first order of business is to remove the threat to her. The guys must have been stunned by my sudden appearance, because I cannonball into Crowbar as he's still holding it an inch or two away from his palm.
I hit the ground on top of him and start pummelling because I know instinctively that if he gets a chance to hit me, I'm going to die. I feel the subtle crunch of bone under my fist as his nose is smashed, and then a hand snags my arm. I grab the hand, but it won't come free. I am far from good shape, and am not what you would call strong, so I don't have a really good chance of breaking his grip. Another guy catches my other arm and they begin to pull me off Crowbar. As a last ditch effort, I pull back both feet, and kick Crowbar in the chin as hard as I can. Then a fist lands in my stomach, and stars burst in front of my eyes.

I can't breathe, can barely see, my blood is pounding in my ears, my arms are frozen. My only hope lies in my legs. Gasping empty breaths, I lash out again with both feet. Something crunches under my feet, and I hear a man's voice yell. I don't know what I have hit, but it doesn't really matter. My sight is beginning to return. One of my arms is suddenly free, while the other remains imprisoned. I can't think about it, must just take on the task. I swing my free arm around and latch on to the arm gripping my left. I pull, with both arms, climbing the arm. I lower my head as it smashes into something, and I hear another male cry. Suddenly a foot lands in my back. I cry out myself now, as pain blasts through my adrenaline shield, and collapse. Hopefully I've stalled long enough for the cops to get here, but I no longer am able to think about that as I am suddenly kicked, repeatedly from all sides.

Blackness descends...