Snow kept running away down the street.
He knew this was the end, nobody believed him even despite all his arguments.
But well, they were right. Partially.
He got stunned by a sidewinder when he turned to one of narrow streets.
When Snow regained consciousness, it was too late: all the pursuers were standing around him.
His eyes lit up with burning hatred and insanity.
One shot to the head from the shotgun - and they extinguished.
Later this day, a secret room was found in his house, full of knives and other metal weaponry.
You have killed a Maniac.
This is good news for everyone.
Night time.