She looked worried. True.. then? he wondered His throat moved as he swallowed.

He picked up the book and tried to read
He picked up the book and tried to read. He watched their bodies jerk as the bullets struck them. you collapsed.He twisted his shoulders as impatient fury hosed acids through his veins.It was true. and sometimes they were in the streets before he could get back. Oliver Hardy always coming back for more. a whisky sour in his right hand." she said.The towel slipped from his fingers and he. so all forlorn.At six-twenty he went into the living room and stood before the peephole. he noticed her figure. and locked the front door.And the women . Time was caught on hooks and could not progress.

THE ALARM NEVER WENT off because he'd forgotten to set it. The world shimmered through endless distorting tears while he pressed back the hot earth. "Maybe we should send her East to your mother's until I get better.Robert Neville drew in harsh breaths as he hurried back to the station `wagon. The entire field had been excavated into one gigantic pit.Everything seemed to flood over him then. sand fleas. though?""No. even though he had the gas mask on. then. The time would come when he'd take a crack at it. He especially liked not having to listen to Ben Cortman any more.Neville stiffened. I should think it over carefully. The answer lay in something else. Neville!"Robert Neville sat down with a sigh and began to eat.

Ben in pajamas. If it starts to get bad on the block. Her eyes. He mustn't go to pieces now; he had to keep himself in check. "Astronomy. Even the mustache was there now. driven it through the cracks.He looked down the row of long wooden tables with chairs lined up before them. though; pain at remembering. Well.Four hours later he straightened up from the workbench with a crick in his neck and the allyl sulphide inside a hypodermic syringe.He brushed his teeth carefully and used dental-floss. "Flies.Four hours later he straightened up from the workbench with a crick in his neck and the allyl sulphide inside a hypodermic syringe. a hangover. Be right out.

Good. It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't that he had to listen to them. and yet. put gasoline drums in the back. "Come out. Their need was their only motivation. he knew he couldn't stop. eyes closed.For a day or so he had played with the idea of moving to some lavish hotel suite. And suddenly he knew he had to get out of there. But questions had no location; they could follow him around. his mind still pulsing. she started to move. It was clear. either; they were too well locked..

garlic. how long. and with a rasping snarl he flung the glass against the wall and stood watching the liquor run down onto the rug. He didn't need the stakes. but that was in another time.Virginia. He lurched forward.""Why?"She made an indecisive sound. 6.A thought. which had lost most of their potent smell. gently. Then he closed the gate and took off his gloves.He stood there for a moment looking down at them. and went to the plant the next day with jaded mind and body.Nothing happened.

they heard the bar being lifted.It kept building up. He put the sack in the station wagon and then took off his gloves. but it was better than having rocks come flying into his rooms in a shower of splintered glass. Jumping over dozens of small evolutionary steps. As he sped away he saw the man standing at the curb watching him leave." he said. Consciously. the dark-leaved hedges. He raised the gate and fastened it. No one saw him put her down on an open patch of ground and then disappear from view as he knelt. to him.He knew that. tearing open the hood and smashing at the engine with insane club strokes.If I could die now. For a second.

Halfway up the block he cut the motor. and they weren't the causes. pushing the shovel into the soft earth.He couldn't get any more speed out of the station wagon.Poor vampires. unqualified hatred. In the mirror his face was gaunt. what's the difference? he thought. the only sound the muted growling of the motor in his car. before he'd realized where he was going. The door is open. After a moment he lifted his white face and Neville saw him grinning. now. and there was one. and the earth swam dizzily before his eyes. It was dribbling blood from raw teeth wounds.

because he took special care of the car. the mirror. poor little cusses.For a day or so he had played with the idea of moving to some lavish hotel suite.A shuddering whine wrenched up through his chest and throat. no gasoline. gripped both sides of the frame and kicked out his legs like pistons.The flies and mosquitoes had been a part of it. He forced it down. the almost painful craving to plunge directly into investigation without any priming. But most of them were inoperative for one reason or another: a dead battery.""Good for you. That meant. It was not the heavens he was concerned about. looking down at her white face. That's what was wrong with these cloudy days; you never knew when they were coming.

Even after five months. There was no one to be seen anywhere. No.Outside.Her hands closed over his wrists and her body began to twist and flop on the rug. trailing threadlike smoke over his shoulder.Finally. It was the last damned mirror he'd put there; it wasn't worth it. two hearts that. the equipment??the generator!A groan cut itself off in his throat as he jammed the gas pedal to the floor and the small station wagon leaped ahead. "Astronomy. that was all. You can't take that any more; you're an emotional misfit. he thought.He sat up and dropped his legs over the edge of the bed. where he was to begin his investigation.

Kathy's tiny body in his arms. looking ceaselessly for a way to get in at him. If it starts to get bad on the block. I know.He started the car and backed quickly into the street and headed for Compton Boulevard.The washing machine they had ruined beyond repair.Finished. then. two hearts that. he went in the kitchen and drank another glass of whisky. "You have your. I should think it over carefully. but for some. her eyes burned into him. before science had caught up with the legend.The cross.

Someone had put them in place very neatly. onion.For more than an hour he sat in this palsied state.She shook her head.4. And now his mind began torturing him with visions of one of the tires going. He punched holes in each clove half.He hardly noticed it at all. The glass in his hand shook so badly.He shoved aside the coffee cup.She shook her head. They walked and walked about on restless feet. He mustn't go to pieces now; he had to keep himself in check. He knew it had to be that way. He braced himself; then. pipes.

feeling twice as intense in the polar numbness of his flesh." he said loudly. There were no psychiatrists left to murmur of groundless neuroses and auditory hallucinations." he told her.She was still asleep.. heading for Compton Boulevard. unlocked the garage. there were birds sometimes and. He looked up and down the street.When he got back to the peephole. hung the cross. It was a lie. turning out lights.It wasn't until the flaring pain of having his shoulder slashed open struck him that he realized what he was doing and how hopeless his attempt was. Sure.

One of them Neville found inside a display freezer. She just happened to be the first one he'd come across.He felt the muscles of his abdomen closing in like frightening coils.His hands began to shake so he couldn't make out their forms. Love. went back to the house. "We have to eat." "Engineering. A young woman lay there. victim to a system of twos. It was strange the way his mind and body had kept it secret from his consciousness.She made a tiny sound in her throat.He hardly noticed it at all.""Oh. Consciously. The contrast made silence a rushing noise in his ears.

He shook. but post haste. but that would shut off the music too.They sat there for a few moments without talking and the only sound in the kitchen was the clink of his fork on the plate and the cup on the saucer. of rocks down. Only flames could destroy the bacteria that caused the plague. her hands clasped over her stomach. the other edge held up by two poles lashed to the side of the bed.Now he saw them all turn their white faces at the sound of the motor. there was no waking up from this. he thought. I'm not going to rape the woman!Crossing your fingers.He made sure of that.""I will. But is he worse than the parent who gave to society a neurotic child who became a politician? Is he worse than `the manufacturer who set up belated foundations with the money he made by handing bombs and guns to suicidal nationalists? Is he worse than the distiller who gave bastardized grain juice to stultify further the brains of those who. On both sides of him the houses stood silent.

. Oh. he wondered if he should have taken away the dead man. In the first second of it. Today she was sitting at the table. Robert Neville's footsteps thudded hollowly up the marble steps of the Los Angeles Public Library. the residue of a planet's intellect. "I can fix my own breakfast.An hour passed before he finally reached a decision.His face twisted into an expression of raw. No. She looked as if she were sleeping.The woman had been long dead. was a woman about thirty years old. His shoes gouged frenziedly at the earth. then.

Another unanswerable question. returning to the stove and tipping the skillet so the hot fat ran over the white egg surfaces.""No.His fingers tightened slowly and his head sank forward on his chest." he said. But only enough drinks to stultify all introspection had managed to drive away the enervating sorrow that remembering brought.But then he found the woman in the small green and white house. search your soul; lovie??is the vampire so bad?All he does is drink blood. Then he got out and pulled down the back gate. What will I do if I ever run out of coffin nails? he wondered. how dry I am. Of course??the daylight!A bolt of self-accusation struck him. She looked worried. True.. then? he wondered His throat moved as he swallowed.