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. 523Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMSyzw4nCbW
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.523Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8eoGWshojb
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 523Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ2FSycr42Q
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.523Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcf1J9in3M9
Vampires.523Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsJZNZXYkc3
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.523Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbWtZdTHlFD
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.523Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9obFmukYsD
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