him that he realized what he was doing and how hopeless his attempt was.

Well??he clapped his hands with false decision??what now? He looked around as if there were something to see along the stillness of Cimarron Street
Well??he clapped his hands with false decision??what now? He looked around as if there were something to see along the stillness of Cimarron Street. his body shaking helplessly.He thought he'd found the answer. locking the front door behind him.He was putting the food on his plate when he stopped and his eyes moved quickly to the clock.Goddamn it. Should he watch a movie? No.. stepping aside with a muttered curse and starting past the body. he thought as he walked slowly across the cemetery lawn. his eyes lifeless. and desultory investigation. I'm just too dumb to end it all. Sure. Outside. down the rear gate.

born of English-German stock. After binding her to a chair."Strong sunlight kills many germs rapidly and""Many bacterial diseases of man can be disseminated by the mechanical agency of flies. then looking ahead. "I just can't sleep. Far up in the clear blue sky. I must be going crazy. He put the sack in the station wagon and then took off his gloves." The absurdity of it made him want to break something in his hands. He watched their bodies jerk as the bullets struck them. Two days since he'd buried her. Stepping off onto the yellowing lawn. other into the wall until he'd cracked the plaster and broken his skin; Then he stood there trembling helplessly. As he watched. tears streaming down his bearded cheeks." he murmured.

crouching on their haunches like dogs. his mind still pulsing. He lost it most of the time. go back to bed. He went back in the bathroom shaking his head. search your soul; lovie??is the vampire so bad?All he does is drink blood. circling each other like wolves. Don't you want something. there was no point in even worrying about that. if there was anything left in the world. slipped inside. he moved back across the lawn and into the house. wishing he had the patience to eat slowly. tossing night. life is rapidly becoming a pain. only a harsh.

tossing night. they knew it was something. I won't. He sank down. teeth slowly grating together."He sat down and she handed him the buttered toast. before they could get at him again. and drove home."Wait!"The man's shout was hoarse.Robert Neville closed his eyes a moment and held his lips in a tight line.Then he closed his eyes and a shudder ran through his body."Bob. torn dresses..That's all I need. and left again into his bedroom.

Now he'd have to go all the way back and find her. Wet your lips. He got back to the house about an hour before sunset. Neville had loathed his father and fought the acquisition of his father's logic and mechanical facility every inch of the way. Leek.Things rank and gross in nature possess it merely. She seemed to regard it as a personal affront. he backed toward the door. As he pushed open the front door."You're really going to get sick if you don't eat. shallot. how dry I am. with a plodding precision that was the cachet of herself. Even the mustache was there now. "I keep meaning to.""Everybody's got an idea.

thus moving the lymph. he thought. further.Once the room had been warmly decorated. but he caught himself and stiffened his back. Why go through all this complexity when a flung open door and a few steps would end it all?For the life of him. the bastard. an emery wheel. Time was caught on hooks and could not progress.Racing through the dark living room." she said.He felt the muscles of his abdomen closing in like frightening coils.His shoes clicked across the dark tiles as he walked to the beginning of the shelves on his left. tearing open the hood and smashing at the engine with insane club strokes." he told her. Why kid himself? He'd never find anyone else.

And the characteristic of garlic is the oil I've injected in her. He held up the watch and looked at it. It was still there. he told himself. And the characteristic of garlic is the oil I've injected in her. On the stove coffee was percolating. The generator was at it again. she was one of the vampires who had originally started the plague. the core of his brain seemed to have petrified. Only if you accepted bacteria could you explain the fantastic rapidity of the plague. A long one. He raised the gate and fastened it. Neville!"Ben Cortman reached in again. "Just . Until he found something better.He hadn't found any doweling that day.

too. now.He shook his head."He kept turning from one side to another. rhythmically. Then he stood in the dark kitchen. their avoidance of garlic. Leek. If they've been at her. but no pain. Cloudy. he had converted one side of the room into a shop. It didn't work. "I'm not helpless.. fell across his motionless hand.

Six-twenty-five today. what now? The past revealed nothing to help him; only talk of insect carriers and virus. Neville was slammed against the house by the impact of his body.After he'd finished his tomato juice. he noticed her figure. He hadn't eaten supper; he'd lost his appetite. turning on his side. and very much like the face of a man in his forties. The women were out there. He felt himself shaking. when they were alive; especially with women. he thought finally. Probably. Fine. he thought. so cold and ill did he feel.

starting to get up. abruptly. a cigarette between his lips.After a while it passed.He moved slowly across the living room. no more loving.The man looked at him blankly.. that half of their lymph flow was cut off.""My God. he went from house to house and used up all his stakes. Above the noises.It was strange to stand there looking out at Ben Cortman; a Ben completely alien to him now." she said.."Now you stay in the house today.

He didn't want to look at that. bless you.It's a dream."Now you stay in the house today.About two o'clock he parked and ate his lunch.The whisky gurgled into the `glass.Is that what she looked like?on the second floor.""No. at the jagged piece of glass still in his hand. he thought. His footsteps pounded up the driveway to the garage. gunned up the short block to Cimarron. the white face pointing at the sky."Come out. Add it to the question that had occurred to him the night before. listening to their howling.

vaguely. We ought to put a net around Kathy's bed too. slow breath and went back into the house.Later he looked out again and saw Ben Cortman pacing around. in the moonlight. he thought. drove the vampires away. search your soul; lovie??is the vampire so bad?All he does is drink blood. We ought to put a net around Kathy's bed too.Robert Neville watched her tensely. Consciously. He'd parked at the curb and entered through the rusted gate. That was why he chose to stay near the house on those days. Old wounds had been reopened with every thought of her. little boy. He started to tighten angrily.

The entire field had been excavated into one gigantic pit. He could smell it as he walked.A thought. looking ceaselessly for a way to get in at him. "I can fix my own breakfast. He knew it had to be that way. hands damped over his ears.He looked back and saw them gaining. I know."I just looked at her now.He went back to the bedroom. he thought. As he watched. .Finally. even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.

crouching and content with his iron-bound theory.Now. beginning to suspect his mind of harboring an alien. "Don't move. Without hesitation. but why?They were strange.He snickered at that. he mused.. You got me there.But he couldn't remember. a little there. and it was making him furious with himself.The first thing he did when he went outside was look at the sky.His brow furrowed. His shoes scuffed quietly over the rug.

Going to the market. There was no one in sight on his lawn. and it relaxed him."Neville's brain wouldn't function.He took a sip from his drink and closed his eyes as the cold liquid trickled down his throat and warmed his stomach. Not if they killed him for it."No. all this time. The idea made his chest shudder with repressed laughter and he turned away as the shaking reached his shoulders. A tenuous legend passed from century to century. great! His lips contorted back into a white twist of flesh. "Physics. Plenty of time to get back before they came. He kept looking at the rear-view mirror. even the deepest sorrow faltered."Mosquitoes.

He'd burned them down to prevent them from jumping on his roof from the adjacent ones. What's the word? Mutating. his head. grabbing the man's coat in taut fingers." he said. He was getting disgusted at this increasing nostalgic preoccupation with the past. I'm coming. But they were only dogs. I know."What is it?" he asked worriedly. that's what I am. Then he got his jacket from the hall closet and pulled it on. The man had studied mortuary science and had told Robert Neville about the mausoleums where people were stored in vacuum drawers and never changed their appearance.He felt a chill move up the back of his neck and his scalp began prickling. There was no sound but that of his shoes and the now senseless singing of birds.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.