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. 498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHL61AOvV4H
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGTrkXvWOoE
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX6CFMyCk6P
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7CpC8E5BEL
Vampires.498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1LMAQwAXGN
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE9mzAEMceo
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.498Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeVnVqY4EBg
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