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. 482Please respect copyright.PENANAKrv10BEw8C
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.482Please respect copyright.PENANAEzlX17aUJb
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 482Please respect copyright.PENANAXRZhsorvxV
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.482Please respect copyright.PENANAr3Y96dsUq2
Vampires.482Please respect copyright.PENANAm1JwJe0XDK
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.482Please respect copyright.PENANAz9X1vNoXjZ
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.482Please respect copyright.PENANAzM33Lvd3Bs
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