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. 379Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTijoIRYTnB
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.379Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnBBEXDoNUl
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 379Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGDqstzdIf5
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.379Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ12PEPzUdpH
Vampires.379Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ97iZIuvV98
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.379Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg7T6EsIxoL
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.379Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHNvgBCGOM9
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