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. 680Please respect copyright.PENANAcz45oatKSe
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.680Please respect copyright.PENANARUd1HWd7Zr
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 680Please respect copyright.PENANATLyzjsdJn1
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.680Please respect copyright.PENANAif8M5RyhPe
Vampires.680Please respect copyright.PENANASuX9IB70rK
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.680Please respect copyright.PENANAlh07gWPhnQ
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.680Please respect copyright.PENANAbNfeBzTyPN
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