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. 296Please respect copyright.PENANAsEBSY7HEeu
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.296Please respect copyright.PENANAtm3wGddKJ3
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 296Please respect copyright.PENANAj75y0KsbQW
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.296Please respect copyright.PENANAU1vDWjycbs
Vampires.296Please respect copyright.PENANAbav1Np2z3L
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.296Please respect copyright.PENANAqGSeHLI3IT
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.296Please respect copyright.PENANAglr6CGRYG7
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