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. 425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFQFrgK7bco
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx6dqdMCwWu
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV5kyTmevyw
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4xRxTBtsUC
Vampires.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXevQzAfNU1
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLTXae4rqmu
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.425Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUCGDvyZZlN
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