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. 466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWK6xxXNk5q
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuia0a0uULE
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBR9O8WWeqw
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiESAKE4v3V
Vampires.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOh3o4czAYh
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCvFb5LmPVP
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1f7Mvgj4WE
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