Chapter Twenty-Seven
Shadows roamed about the grey city of New York. Chimneys blew smoke from the factories; smoke caused everyone who worked there to back away. The darkness filled with darkness, separating them from the houses. Margaret Roamer lifted the stone, and flicked it onto the dirty road. 507Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Sw8fktPeg
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.507Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1N3XpyrZ5t
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 507Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡORiZ7zkh5E
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.507Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAx0Yl1IlZf
Vampires.507Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRzzZnX2FKH
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.507Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxWI7H4EKmY
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.507Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmHKwtqP0El
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