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. 403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkIiOed5Aiv
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ7X1MSmJfY
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ47yR0DP9ZV
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAh3R84cK2h
Vampires.403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzVbMRmQktz
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9lFEz80NUD
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.403Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6G1XRrCHvQ
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