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. 492Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJTAWACegNB
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.492Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ02sEb6FhtB
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 492Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz8wPev1903
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.492Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk5yF9KfEfG
Vampires.492Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoijpJTf9GQ
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.492Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQwdDpNK8YL
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.492Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgvG6e2kFzN
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