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. 486Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYnyq2xbXXe
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.486Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJrYBFUiakQ
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 486Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL7YxoKCO2h
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.486Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQYzOC3pCeH
Vampires.486Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9SrXtkqRkF
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.486Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPQWn08zP97
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.486Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8uswmvtFM9
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