F) Head to your car, risking completely ruining the leather interior.
You decide that, though you’re going to be pretty embarrassed about going to the shop to fix shit-covered leather, it’s definitely better than getting your head hacked off. You head to the car and try to start it up. Oh shit, you forgot the check engine light was on!
No big deal, the car starts right up – not even a puff of smoke from the tailpipe. You put the car in gear and coast down the road, the hockey-masked killer staring at you with his head tilted sideways as if to say, “Huh… the car doesn’t normally work.”