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. 402Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOg4UqVMSdG
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.402Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXYV4SnWQ2J
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 402Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFMvNPDAUkb
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.402Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCfAzTljUrL
Vampires.402Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUaRJIUXYoe
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.402Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAbnbz7VeFh
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.402Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj2xOZCxhKp
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