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. 317Please respect copyright.PENANAlOw8vzx8ga
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.317Please respect copyright.PENANAzzeCs6Dv48
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 317Please respect copyright.PENANAtuYsrV5nUL
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.317Please respect copyright.PENANAMWI9moxOoC
Vampires.317Please respect copyright.PENANAdJDJstnEL4
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.317Please respect copyright.PENANADLkw7Wvvya
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.317Please respect copyright.PENANAhJQO0AtrzN
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