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. 310Please respect copyright.PENANAaaZfhf1f1q
Her grey hat was tilted on her head.310Please respect copyright.PENANAwBt6uozObg
Her bodice was tight; her boots were on the cobbled road. 310Please respect copyright.PENANADdrNf7nNUi
Nearby she saw figures moving towards her.310Please respect copyright.PENANAAV5OWtGyGk
Vampires.310Please respect copyright.PENANAvzpImurj1E
She screamed in fright, and one of them bit her neck.310Please respect copyright.PENANA1mTI3WFEcB
She died knowing that she was now one of the Undead.310Please respect copyright.PENANA6LlsapbSCH
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