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. 326Please respect copyright.PENANAS71vxGCTEn
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.326Please respect copyright.PENANAsoZSSViTL9
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 326Please respect copyright.PENANAWmEH4DvfOK
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.326Please respect copyright.PENANAFFG5r8mNtL
Vampires.326Please respect copyright.PENANALlCl0YFolx
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.326Please respect copyright.PENANAMSZVi8agFP
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.326Please respect copyright.PENANAYOpCcOM0Ph
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