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. 458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4NRm6HyQSg
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtcXoISdTpL
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKs3SN2ThiE
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjXVGH0grDy
Vampires.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0RsIJyb0UI
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzBUKR5zaSo
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2F3ixpufJO
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