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. 524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTZZKfk8i8M
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOdjTruETTg
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9CUGrdYlD6
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPipUdczOz0
Vampires.524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1p7hA7yf5C
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCMGSXbyFRl
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.524Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTQhdNcGWwx
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