ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #9 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #9

... stood there for a few seconds just staring at him. &#034So… someone white?&#034 &#034Your words not mine, br*ther,&#034 Nate said hurriedly, smiling just a bit. &#034Br*ther? Man… you are such a damn racist,&#034 Andre laughed, shaking his head. &#034You die and that's the eulogy you're getting.&#034 &#034Probably a better one than I deserve,&#034 Nate said, flipping a switch to get the generator going, and in a second, the machine began to power up and shake. The two guys high fived in victory before the thing started sparking and crackling, scaring Andre into almost jumping into Nate's arms, before it settled back down into dead mode. &#034Must not have enough juice in it…&#034 Nate said, looking the machine back over again. &#034What about jumping it off?&#034 Both of them spun around and saw Sam behind them, looking pleased that she had surprised them. &#034With what?&#034 Nate managed. &#034I could hotwire one of the older trucks in the parking lot, and it shouldn't be hard to find some jumper cables in one of these vehicles.&#034 Nate would never admit it to her, but she was incredibly hot when she would say things like that. &#034Glad your criminal background may actually come in use for once…&#034 Nate said with a half flirt/insult combo. &#034We can give it a try and maybe it will work. Otherwise, we may be in some real trouble in the power department.&#034 * * * Freddie had made it to the station with no trouble at all luckily, the streets were clear and there ...

... wasn't a soul to be found which was simultaneously a good feeling as well as a bad one. He hated leaving the others at the inn, but he hoped they would eventually forgive him if this worked out. The first thing he realized was that the inn wasn't the only place that had lost power. Not a single place that he could see was lit up, and while that could have been from everyone leaving, the streetlights at least should still be going. The police station was dark and the few lights that were there were barely enough to be described as 'dim.' Freddie snuck in the door, and looked to see if either one of the deputies from earlier were working, but the place was just straight up empty. &#034Hello?&#034 he called out, realizing that making his presence known kinda defeated the purpose of sneaking and getting Robbie out, but as quiet as it was, he would have preferred a little noise to how eerie this all felt. He moved slowly through the station, and caught sight of a pair of legs on the floor. He breathed a heavy sigh as he moved towards them, and found them attached to the dead body of one of the deputies who had apparently taken a full shotgun blast to his chest and neck. Freddie said a quiet apology for the man before moving back towards the holding cells. If the sight of the first officer down was enough to bother Freddie, the sight of the second one, missing most of his head, was enough to make him want to throw up. It was so disgusting that he almost forgot why he came over there in ...