Tragic Hero's Short Story: Empire Island

2 Days Later

We were well into the week trip, out in the middle of the sea. I was sitting quietly in my room when I heard an explosion that sounded really close and rocked the ship a little. "What the hell?" I said as we were in the middle of the ocean. Worried, I headed up to the deck to see what was going on. Small talk arose in the hallways with most claiming that it was the engine. On deck, everyone shared the same two emotions: confusion and fear. After a little bit, someone came onto the stage that was already set up for the departure party that took place. The peculiar thing was, he was a normal human being. This would have been perfectly normal anywhere else, but all of the passengers, crew and even the captain were anthros. "Good
"Some of your speculations have been true, I did blow up the engine so that this ship will not be going anywhere," he said. "Why would you want to do that?" someone asked in the crowd. "Because I happen to hate all anthros with a, shall we say strong passion," he said. After he finished the sentence, two other humans brought out someone with a sack on their head. "This is your captain," he said, "Let this be an example to you all." He proceeded to pull out a gun and shot the captain in the head. There was a collective gasp from the crowd. "Soon this will be each and every one of you, one by one," he said pointing at the crowd. "So take my advice, and run for your life, as that is what you will be doing," he said and in a flash of smoke, the three of them disappeared from the stage leaving everyone in