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. 463Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8BrBDjHwiK
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.463Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFa67QZluLT
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 463Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVSHYmzua0Z
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.463Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeiE4oAacvC
Vampires.463Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡayHpQOlcMC
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.463Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmUP4uiLawg
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.463Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeVa1PvrYaS
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