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. 459Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU5Tu3aGTew
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.459Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1N5CaPU713
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 459Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9oaFzVl6dk
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.459Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKmj6UhvIXX
Vampires.459Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd65YymyHRI
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.459Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKzLn51ol7E
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.459Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU3KxFRj5sB
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