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. 312Please respect copyright.PENANA0erlyaijYw
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.312Please respect copyright.PENANAxYwBxG4DZe
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 312Please respect copyright.PENANAyhTk8NMPPn
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.312Please respect copyright.PENANA4PUEy4m171
Vampires.312Please respect copyright.PENANAaJiMy5f0mC
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.312Please respect copyright.PENANA9T0vaGTIFg
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.312Please respect copyright.PENANAg4JEgAMroP
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