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. 465Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjfbqGUxOqq
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.465Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA91CEBoLna
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 465Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy62Tzuqktr
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.465Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7uTnU8JVYr
Vampires.465Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKY8ZJBwCz4
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.465Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmPiKhRF8yV
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.465Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBsPCitiUoA
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