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. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeZZXianAZ7
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqn0GaL3wXb
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjRHpADpQpc
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnOymFvpqCH
Vampires.522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfmCWh40LfE
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI0SCE5peWt
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.522Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8OeDSjG0P1
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