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. 551Please respect copyright.PENANAhGDoCgz5vA
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.551Please respect copyright.PENANAEAXBpwbk4d
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 551Please respect copyright.PENANAX6UEKthtLc
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.551Please respect copyright.PENANA2VAJNnKMAd
Vampires.551Please respect copyright.PENANAqazeyUkQDx
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.551Please respect copyright.PENANARNAF90tKIn
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.551Please respect copyright.PENANANwTJLmFpXD
Page 28.
ns216.73.216.206da2