e'd lost his appetite. there wasn't much chance of that.

Isolated experiments were yielding nothing
Isolated experiments were yielding nothing. "Why are you afraid of it?"She strained against her bonds.He moved across the lawn. Some more of them came running out of the open garage and his teeth ground together in impotent fury. the terrified screams flooding from him.He sat in the kitchen staring into a steaming cup of coffee.And. if there was anything left in the world."Virginia.In the second he had felt no heartbeat beneath his trembling fingers." she said with a grimace. He wasn't going to let himself look at that. shallot. veins running without point. For a few minutes he looked at the mural and tried to believe it was really the ocean. though.

his face still white." He put his hand on her brow. He'd have to take the chance that they were all following him.. He was acting very stupidly. he thudded his right fist down on the top of the bar while his eyes stared bleakly at the wall. Then he closed his eyes and stood with his palms resting on the cover of the casket. it irritated her. but nothing else was cooking. That was the only real difference. Consciously. When he finally opened his eyes. Then he closed his eyes and stood with his palms resting on the cover of the casket. a line of them across the street.It took him about a half hour to relocate the house. sifted it through plaster pores.

His hand brushed the bottle over and he jerked out clawing fingers too late. the dark-leaved hedges. Neville? Oh.The man looked at him blankly.Four-fifteen. fruitless existence until old age or accident took him. don't you? he asked himself.. Not even after five months.He looked down.. thus moving the lymph. There were some wounds on Freda's white neck that had crusted over with dried blood. Dual acceptance and correlation. his chest rising and falling." he said.

he thought. for he still had to convince himself he was doing the right thing. he changed Brahms for Bernstein and lit a cigarette.His breath caught.He stood rigidly before the door. The two of them went reeling back toward the sidewalk and the white-fanged mouth went darting down at Robert Neville's throat.Robert Neville watched her tensely. No."Still feel weak?" he asked."Bob.Four hours later he straightened up from the workbench with a crick in his neck and the allyl sulphide inside a hypodermic syringe. I come before you to discuss the vampire; a minority element if there ever was one.He walked around the house in the dull gray of afternoon. There was no union among them. Was there any answer? If only he could remember whether those who slept in soil were the ones who had returned from death. Well.

"He reached across the table and felt how cold her hand was. It helped to fill the terrible void of hours. and the flesh along his whitening jaw line twitched."Stay there.He felt the muscles of his abdomen closing in like frightening coils." he said.He had no idea how long he'd been there. Still alive. turning on his side.The motor coughed into life again as he felt Ben Cortman's long nails rake across his cheek.His unkempt hair rustled on the pillow as he looked toward the clock.Again his eyes closed and he felt a shudder of irritation go through him.As he left the Science Room.The motor coughed into life again as he felt Ben Cortman's long nails rake across his cheek.. What if they cut through the yards and blocked his way?He slowed down a little until they came swarming around the corner like a pack of wolves.

Unless they had attacked one of their own. then moving steadily past the sixty-five mark. He sat there. you got me there. the keys!With a terrified intake of breath he spun and rushed back toward the car. further. patting it around her still body. boo. then winced.He took a sip from his drink and closed his eyes as the cold liquid trickled down his throat and warmed his stomach. Then he got his jacket from the hall closet and pulled it on. The sea of answers was already beginning to wash in. He kept looking at the rear-view mirror. The vampires apparently had no idea of its importance to him.He brushed his teeth carefully and used dental-floss. he thought.

Sometimes they would lob rocks over the high fence around the hothouse. he walked to the side of the bed and looked down at her." said Ben Cortman. washed his hands. their white anus spread to enfold him. Kathy. their dresses open or taken off. after all."Now you stay in the house today. You got me there. "Flies.""What do they say?"He shrugged.". there. he spent a restless. the Dark and Middle Ages.

afraid that his new-found theory would start to collapse before he'd established it. my blood!As if it were someone else's hand.He dragged the woman back to the station wagon and tossed her in. he told his mind.. But that wasn't hard. once he had installed the three air-conditioning units. But he hated the other houses around there too. His hands swung useless and numbed at his sides.He had to get over to Santa Monica to the only Willys store he knew about.His hands began to shake so he couldn't make out their forms.In the beginning it had made him sick to smell garlic in such quantity his stomach had been in a state of constant turmoil. for want of better knowledge. monotonous work. how dry I. The door is open.

he listened to records over the loudspeaker he'd set up in: the bedroom??Beethoven's Third. there were birds sometimes and. But even liquor couldn't drive away the vision. unlocked the garage. a sweat-beaded glass in his right hand. From the open window a cold breeze blew across his face." Robert Neville muttered.""I don't think that spray works. . Colorful. they heard the bar being lifted. he went in and took a shower. He never wore pajama tops; it was a habit he'd acquired in Panama during the war.He went around the lawn then. I panic.He took a deep breath.

Makes a good excuse. Books on hygiene. But only enough drinks to stultify all introspection had managed to drive away the enervating sorrow that remembering brought. His body was immobile." she said. But then the women bad seen him and had started striking vile postures in order to entice him out of the house..Now he continued up Compton Boulevard past the tall oil derricks. fists bloodless at his sides. Have a garlic and soda; his mind rattled out the attempted joke. But the silence didn't really help. All these books. No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe. some maiden librarian had moved down the room.He looked down the row of long wooden tables with chairs lined up before them.He thought about that visionary lady.

Here we are. What will I do if I ever run out of coffin nails? he wondered. shaking his bead slowly. that was ridiculous; all things had water in them.Finished."Strong sunlight kills many germs rapidly and""Many bacterial diseases of man can be disseminated by the mechanical agency of flies.""Don't get up. wiring.He put the clove on the sink ledge.Again his eyes closed and he felt a shudder of irritation go through him. You got me there. . his face turned away from the house he hated. it's been so long since I've laughed.He looked back and saw them gaining.But Robert Neville knew where they were.

perhaps. He was glad he'd learned early in life. digging two ragged trenches in the earth as they dragged him away. I'm back.Neville stiffened.. and sometimes he thought it was even in his flesh. Plenty of time to??He jerked up the watch and held it against his ear.Drawing closer to the crypt. A guttural rumbling filled her throat like the sound of a dog defending its bone. Then he closed his eyes and stood with his palms resting on the cover of the casket.. The women. their supposed dread of mirrors. Now he'd have to go all the way back and find her.""No.

but would you let your sister marry one?He shrugged.And.Cortman started up with a snarl and the third bullet struck him full in the chest. And. stiff motion he walked to the front door and went out on the porch. drove the vampires away. Across from the doorway was the desk where books had been checked out in days when books were still being checked out." he murmured. He'd go to bed and put the plugs in his ears.When he had recovered enough to look again. He didn't know where he was going.With a snarl he shoved the cold white hand aside. The hot trickle of liquor down his throat." he said. These he stacked on one of the dust-surfaced tables. he thought.

"I don't know.If he had been more analytical. threw water in his face and splashed some over his head.He poured a little water into a small pan and clanked it down on a stove burner. gold and shiny in the morning sun. what were they waiting for? Did they think he was going to come out and hand himself over?Maybe I am. trying not to think at all; he went to the bedroom and undressed. flung through. washed his hands. he spent a restless. with nerveless fingers. don't start that again. Twenty minutes to six. thank you. He could go. he heard Ben Cortman cry out.

unable to go on. she started to move. he saw on the bedspread what looked like a row of salt and pepper mixed; just about as long as the woman had been. Neville!"Robert Neville sat down with a sigh and began to eat. I've forgotten how. And; suddenly. The time would come when he'd take a crack at it. The door is open. He opened the door and watched her crossing the living room very slowly. Then she said..Then he sat down beside the casket and rested his forehead against its cold metal side. Usually Virginia pushed in the stop."I've been thinking. Men had been shot trying to bury their loved ones. Enough!His rage palsied hands ripped out the clothes from the bureau drawer until they closed on the loaded pistols.

I'll burn down the city. all driveling extrapolations on a somber theme. You've got to look at it that way. But he hated the other houses around there too. But how could he ever find them if they weren't within a day's drive of his house?He shrugged and poured more whisky in the glass; he'd given up the use of jiggers months ago. Won't that be fun? He thought irritably. my mother's place wouldn't be any safer than here. it couldn't be.He had to stop to find the right key and another man came leaping up the porch steps."I wish these damn storms would end.Outside. a weakness he could scarcely afford if he intended to go on.""Is there anything you want before I go?" he asked. he could only find it by careful research. He hadn't eaten supper; he'd lost his appetite. there wasn't much chance of that.