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. 462Please respect copyright.PENANAORpoAP6YE6
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.462Please respect copyright.PENANAKjQRpeHUmQ
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 462Please respect copyright.PENANAgWPGd9BpxA
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.462Please respect copyright.PENANABuhFkZH5ur
Vampires.462Please respect copyright.PENANAXJjpTZ2u4i
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.462Please respect copyright.PENANAYIIO8l1ljY
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.462Please respect copyright.PENANAMX3uIdWLSP
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