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. 457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYnRHWvHufc
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5xyiDS8KXj
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh0m0jTSLiF
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡolNn40Au5j
Vampires.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4xG6sEWVr7
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡihGLdVqsnn
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.457Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1gaOKBjTe2
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