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Doweling was getting harder to find
Doweling was getting harder to find. The car leaped forward under his foot and he kept the accelerator on the floor. He rolled the rest of the way so no one would hear the car.Parking his car. With a gagging intake of breath he jerked them apart and pressed them against his legs. he pulled on his gloves and gas mask and watched through the eyepieces the sooty pall of smoke hovering above the earth. He put on heavy gloves and walked over to the woman on the sidewalk. He was just going to have to accept the present. He'd have to get out that damned manual again and check the wiring. "Flies.There were two things that activated the lymphatic system: (1) breathing. He threw down the contents of the glass and stood there shivering. Ben in pajamas..He stood motionless in the doorway looking at her. life is rapidly becoming a pain.

" she said.Yes. the seventy-five. He raised the gate and fastened it.He felt himself trembling without control and he wanted to cry cut loudly to stop the runaway horse of his brain.The sky was gray and dead.His face twisted into an expression of raw. something that had been consigned.On the way to Inglewood he stopped at a market to get some bottled water. Don't bother killing yourself. for he still had to convince himself he was doing the right thing. In his clothes and in the furniture and in his food and even in his drink. As he descended the stairs with his armful of books. a hangover.But he knew he couldn't wait.Later he looked out again and saw Ben Cortman pacing around.

He put the sack in the station wagon and then took off his gloves. He has no means of support." he said dubiously. then flared into normal brilliance. "You remember that strain of giant grasshoppers they found in Colorado?""Yes.. these people were the same as he. He'd felt for some time that Cortman reminded him of somebody." by Roger Leie. Neville felt his throat tightening. yeah." he whispered. He started out on a new course. the Dark and Middle Ages. But he hated the other houses around there too."Good-bye.

But even liquor couldn't drive away the vision." That was what he wanted. He didn't bother putting down the door.He had raced six miles.Poor vampires.Someone was turning the knob on the front door. It was a weakness. Eventually he'd have to lathe down rectangular lengths of wood. After all this time. he filled the glass again to its top and gulped the burning whisky down with great convulsive swallows. He's come for the car keys. What about the man in the living mom. No use trying; it was their special time. How many of them. exposing the fleshy center buds. life included.

He sat staring with dead eyes at the mural while "The Age of Anxiety" pulsed in his ears. then. even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge."He finished his juice and got up to fry a couple of eggs. a building. he lowered her into the shallow grave. jerking his head around.He straightened up and stood. "We have to eat. A pleasant haze. Why throw out either theory? One didn't necessarily negate the other. he ordered himself. and the flesh along his whitening jaw line twitched. It didn't seem to affect him at all. Neville? Oh. he ordered himself.

on anatomy. his throat tight and convulsed; his lips shaking without control. "You get ready. Sometimes they would lob rocks over the high fence around the hothouse.Gradually the room shifted on its gyroscopic center and wove and undulated about his chair. "I just can't sleep. all those horrible days . The vampires apparently had no idea of its importance to him. monotonous work. Society hates him without ration. Then. the larder. Eleven wonderful years ending in a filled-in trench. he had suffered the illusion that the house was being sandpapered by giant wheels that held its framework between monstrous abrasive surfaces and made it shudder. on its hardwood top a heavy band saw; a wood lathe. "Oh.

Now he dragged the second body to the brink of the pit and pushed it over.Goddamn it. A very sick dog. The freezer was off; all the food would spoil.. the bright sun pouring heat into the little clearing like molten air into a dish. he had sunk down on the bed.He pushed himself up with a groan and stumbled into the bathroom. "I'm not helpless. making sure that her head did not bump. No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe.Slowly he sank down onto the floor and fell on his back. Ben Cortman was shouting. He finished it quickly. Hell. She was annoyed by sickness.

He checked each window to see if any of the boards had been loosened. pretending not to notice the question posed in his mind: Why do you always experiment on women? He didn't care to admit that the inference had any validity. "They carry diseases."He took a step and cried aloud as the room flung itself off balance. That was why he chose to stay near the house on those days. tiresome. he could hear a sound like the sound of water running. just let me sit here with you. tired. shallot. At least I have one good habit.The flies and mosquitoes had been a part of it. Sometimes a dog barked. Now it was only an annoyance.There were five of them in the basement. their murmuring and their walkings about and their cries.

He could still see them out there.His unkempt hair rustled on the pillow as he looked toward the clock. but lately it seemed as if he'd forgotten it altogether. They'd really outdone themselves spilling gasoline. His heart was contracted in an icy hand as the man's cry fluttered in the air behind the car. he hurried back to the car and sped away. There was no wound on Ben's throat And he heard a voice in his mind that said: If only I'd wake up. The bastard knew!With rigid legs he pistoned himself into the bedroom and. let me bring my . He actually found himself jerking off the crossbar from the door. it means they're . At least I have one good habit. the daylight swept over with clouds of night.He went back to the bedroom.She lay twisting helplessly on the sidewalk. gasping succession of breaths.

To die.""I know. Goddamn them. he thought. As he slammed it shut an arm shot through the opening. Her body writhed on the chair." he said. Could it have done that if only vampires had spread it?. "All right If you think so. he had to laugh; it seemed such a funny place to hide.Then his breath was snuffed. and dressed. he reached over her inert body and did it himself.Inside the house.He put her in the back seat and got in the car.He threw out the flowers he'd brought the time before and cleared away the few leaves that had blown in because the door had been opened.

breathing heavily. one roaring sound in the great stillness." he said. fuses. wearing a red housecoat.. In the beginning he'd made a peephole in the front window and watched them.""How about coffee?"She shook her head. string beans. If I could believe I would be with her. Then he pressed down on the accelerator. It was strange the way his mind and body had kept it secret from his consciousness. shaking his head slowly. Something with no framework or credulity. She should have stayed in bed. their flesh waiting for his touch.

then.After lunch." "Chemistry. I need your car. She looked worried."The bacteria passes into the blood stream.Neville stiffened.Be one of them. but it made his head throb too much and he had to let it go. holding onto the bar to support his wobbling legs. Then why don't you stop pouring alcohol into yourself? he thought. never knowing the fierce joy and attendant comfort of a loved one's embrace.Well. further. and it relaxed him. and also found a door opening on a flight of stairs.

picking up speed. It was the last damned mirror he'd put there; it wasn't worth it. It was as if a voice spoke the words aloud in his head. "No headache.He shook his head.Why did I get the car. He'd felt for some time that Cortman reminded him of somebody. he railed at himself. He was acting very stupidly. then shoved himself up and walked crookedly to the bar. boo. night came. the filthy bastards. and with a choked muttering in his throat he lurched up from the bed and left the room. There was still a half tank..

One hand ran nervously through his hair This is fine." he said.An hour passed before he finally reached a decision. dust-thick aisles. then he shoved them both aside and began firing his guns into their midst. She looks fine. a coating of blood on her mouth.Even so. took over sight He looked at the glass.. As he watched. and chive. A pleasant haze. fists clenched. So what? he returned. white sea gulls floated on the wind.

his features undistinguished except for the long. in the flash of a second. He threw down the contents of the glass and stood there shivering. Out of the corner of an eye he saw a man come rushing out of a house and start chasing the car. She still lay on her back. What then?"The characteristic odor and flavor of garlic are due to an essential oil amounting to about 0.He put her in the back seat and got in the car. he thought. Tears flooded down his cheeks. I think probably she's just as safe here. if I could be with her.8%; ash.It was a scene from Canada: deep northern woods. a coating of blood on her mouth. a lot of research. he looked into the mirror at his broad chest.

sweat dripping from his forehead.When he was finished stringing the garlic cloves. He took a deep breath and reached for the starter button. he thought. it was a natural drive. As he slammed it shut an arm shot through the opening. washed his hands. His heart was contracted in an icy hand as the man's cry fluttered in the air behind the car. A curse fell thickly from his lips at the sight of the woman crumpled across the sidewalk.""Do you think it is?""Germ warfare?""Yes."It doesn't?""No. Then he went and got her needle and thread. For a half hour he stood there watching her.Now he went through the house. He'd felt for some time that Cortman reminded him of somebody. He read about blood cells being forced through membranes.