Take the sedan.
From Create Your Own Story
"I'm not touching that body" you say. "He might not even be dead. Or it might be a trap. We take the car."
Claire takes a deep breath and nods. "Make a run for it?" she asks. You nod. "On three," she says, then counts.
When she hits three you both dart out into the road, as fast as your legs can carry you. It seems like miles between you and the car, and fear eats at your insides. Your heart pounds in your chest like it might break your sternum, and the rain stings your eyes as you dart for the vehicle.
"Shit!" Claire screams, and you turn back in time to see that two figures have come from the darkness of the road, headed in her direction as she fights to keep up with you.
