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. 311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpDGEomSEq0
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5cvci4rzsr
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1USoBRdFUM
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6AZfUc36GZ
Vampires.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHMN9EH6Lub
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9M4XmfUcP2
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk7shrKP7o8
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