[x] Check your throat
You grasp at your own throat. You can still feel it being cut open. You can still feel the searing agony...but you're fine. Right now, you're just fine.
"...You okay there?" Richard asks as he looks over at you.
[x] "No one else would help me..."
"Well of course not." Carl says. "You're an adult and you fucked up your financial decisions. No worries..." He pauses. "Well, kinda full of worries. After all, you did wind up havin' to pay off the fuckin' mob."
[x] Get out as soon as an opportunity presents itself
Your eyes dart around the car. Dave looks at you strangely. "...Are you sure you're okay?"
"Hah, no!" You shout.
"First-day jitters." Richard says. "He'd be crazy if he didn't have 'em."
You look around before, suddenly, you look outside. The car stops, and as soon as the doors open, you bolt. You make a run out of the car as soon as both Rich and Dave are out of your way. "What, is he seriously makin' a run for it?" Richard asks.
"Well, fuckin' shoot him, then." Carl mutters. "If he seriously wants to run, then we make sure he can't run."
"On it." Dave says, before he pulls out a submachine gun and starts after you.
[] KEEP RUNNING.
[] Apologize and head back.
[] Stop running.
[] Shoot at him.