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. 488Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJVVPg0NMdh
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.488Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRJ0gC2ih82
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 488Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfIrB7jtJ3F
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.488Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRYUgOiwLJM
Vampires.488Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIFVHfD86Fz
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.488Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdwrCLyVOX1
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.488Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5s80yknvrd
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