Here is the scene: My Fursona having went on a rampage after losing everything dear to him now reflects on what he did.

They shoot and cut him w/o much struggle that they chained his wrists then finished him off.

He did not die as he was to deep in thought at what he did in his rage that for now he is in a deep sleep towards recovery and making his mind clear of the hate he had inside himself.

(This is one of my sad moods put onto paper that reflects a lil bit of what I am thinking in those moments.)