Fuck this shit, you’re not dealing with it anymore. You point your rifle at Steve, who’s still hysterical about his friends dying.

“Alright Steve, pull this car over and get out.” You say calmly.
“Wha…WHAT? Are you fuckin’ crazy man? What’re you doing?”
“I’m giving you a chance to fucking live that’s what! Now pull this fuckin’ car over!”
“My friends just fuckin’ died and you pull this shit?”
“You wanna end up like your goddamn idiot friends? You pull this car over now or your brains are gonna be all over the fuckin’ windshield! DO IT!”
“NO!” Steve shouts and violently swerves the car into nearby wreck alongside the road which you didn’t even notice until you went flying out of the windshield upon impact.

You walk away from the crash, but you don’t walk far when you fall unconscious from your head wound injury and never wake up.