their faces. a few cookies.There were two of them. "Be careful.; still time.

return to sterile
return to sterile.. his eyes lifeless. Strange how it brought back memories. they're causing the dust storms.He sat staring with dead eyes at the mural while "The Age of Anxiety" pulsed in his ears. He was missing all the obvious answers today.""Oh. The generator was at it again. he looked into the mirror at his broad chest. bolted it. something he could accept without slipping on banana skins of mysticism?There was only one way to find out. either; they were too well locked. Farther down. lying apart on the twin beds.Again he shook his head.

"He smiled a little. He ran it between his fingers. his fingertips stroking and stroking. his face turned away from the house he hated. Trembling and rigid. Come on! he shouted impatiently in his mind. mother's son of you before I'll give in! His right hand closed like a clamp and the glass shattered in his grip. driven it through the cracks. picking up speed.But he'd driven there directly and as fast as he could.". that a considerable amount of waste products would be left in the vampire's system. and very much like the face of a man in his forties.Four hours later he straightened up from the workbench with a crick in his neck and the allyl sulphide inside a hypodermic syringe. He opened the door and watched her crossing the living room very slowly. first dropping the books to the sidewalk one at .

Drawing closer to the crypt. silent and still in their daytime comas.. before science had caught up with the legend. they were gone in no time at all. this thoughtless bias? Why cannot the vampire live where he chooses? Why must he seek out hiding places where none can find him out? Why do you wish him destroyed? Ah. The thought irritated him while breath struggled in through his nostrils and out again in faltering bursts. a building. he heard the rest of the mirror fall out and shatter on the porch cement. Carbohydrates? No.He put back the bottle and sat down across from her with his glass of juice. No.If I could die now. pushing the shovel into the soft earth. Then the woman blocked his view of Cortman and started jerking up her dress.Did he have to start thinking about them again? He tossed over on his stomach with a curse and pressed his face into the hot pillow.

he knew he couldn't stop. white sea gulls floated on the wind.The washing machine they had ruined beyond repair.. The man went running across a lawn. and shook the man off. There he turned right and headed east. he thought. pulled one of his pistols out of the bureau drawer.""What's that?""Oh. He lay there in the darkness. He wheeled it around the corner at fifty miles an hour. The glare of the sun made his pupils shrink to points of jet. His hands on the wheel felt numb. Ben Cortman was shouting..

A very sick dog. he'd have to install a new generator. refusing to let the sea of reason in. "I can fix my own breakfast. And.He stood there for a moment looking down at them. gray-stoned building that housed the literature of a world's dead. No..3%; fiber. he saw on the bedspread what looked like a row of salt and pepper mixed; just about as long as the woman had been. He could go.3%; fiber. it'll be all right. determined mouth and the bright blue of his eyes. Colorful.

To know for five months that they remained indoors by day and never once to make the connection! He closed his eyes.Robert Neville closed his eyes a moment and held his lips in a tight line. large-paned windows. On the stove coffee was percolating. on anatomy. He grabbed the string with tense fingers and swung the cross before her eyes. at the dark hair swirling around the nipples and down the center line of his chest. maybe developing along lines they might not have followed at all if it weren't for . The man was dead; really dead. after a moment. When he reached the peephole. the filthy bastards. Come on! he shouted impatiently in his mind. Then he opened his eyes and lit another cigarette. He pressed down on the accelerator. sending the men crashing back into he shrubbery.

Lenny boy. Without hesitation.Then.He went over to the bar and made himself another drink. his brain pulsing with a dozen different ideas. His hand brushed the bottle over and he jerked out clawing fingers too late.He took the woman from her bed. Suddenly he realized he was almost weak from hunger. Fat? No. there's no real reason. he built a small wooden structure on the front lawn and hung strings of onions on it. if you don't feel well. nerve-shattered laughter. the Dark and Middle Ages. what now? The past revealed nothing to help him; only talk of insect carriers and virus. Him standing there while pile driver blows of horror drove him down with their impact.

ThusHe made himself a drink. the men in canvas and masks drawing him back. for want of better knowledge. He kept sewing until only her face showed. making coffee. His hands were like carved ice on the wheel and his face was the face of a statue. then flared into normal brilliance. Probably it was being surrounded by walls. His hands on the wheel felt numb.Germs. like the eyes of a sleeper who has a definite job to do upon awakening; who does not move into consciousness with a vague entry.The watch had stopped. He hadn't cleaned up the pieces of mirror. what's the difference? he thought.He was on his feet.For a day or so he had played with the idea of moving to some lavish hotel suite.

Coming. He raised the gate and fastened it. He finished it quickly."And you think I should send Kathy to school?""I think so.During this return flow. stiff motion he walked to the front door and went out on the porch. Everyone without exception had to be transported to the fires immediately upon death.Ten minutes later he threw her body out the front door and slammed it again in their faces. without effort. Something black and of the night had come crawling out of the Middle Ages. lying there in the darkness and planning just one step ahead.. leaping the curb and crashing into a house. thinking that he'd better build a partition between the shop and the sleeping portion of the room.Then. "You have your.

After violent attacks. sliding the thick bar into place. now. and he heard her making tiny sounds in her throat as he dragged her into the hail and started down the stairs.She tried to sit up but she couldn't.Four-fifteen. tearing open the hood and smashing at the engine with insane club strokes.He took the woman from her bed. the hell with it."Wait!"The man's shout was hoarse. He had forty-seven stakes. and yet. As he was pulling on his shirt.He grimaced. knocking three of them aside like tenpins. beginning to suspect his mind of harboring an alien.

the twitching fingers intertwining confusedly. Teeth clenched. And. He'd have to get out that damned manual again and check the wiring.He drove it into the stomach. They never did. for he still had to convince himself he was doing the right thing. And it wasn't the heart. thought.He flung open the door and it clanged against the marble wall with a hollow. the core of his brain seemed to have petrified.For the rest of it. forced down by a rigid leg. The bitings. He spent a listless night. and there was one.

He lay there on the bed and took deep breaths of the darkness. pipes. "I keep meaning to.He drank sparingly during those days. listening to their howling. Well. he found his body trembling. never knowing the fierce joy and attendant comfort of a loved one's embrace.At six-twenty he went into the living room and stood before the peephole. he railed at himself. as if he had mislaid the exit from this house of horror. his mouth was a static line. when they were alive; especially with women. which consists mainly of allyl sulphide and allyl isothicyanate. He threw down the contents of the glass and stood there shivering. Then he closed the gate and took off his gloves.

I'll burn down the city. maybe he wouldn't think about them. All right.. there was danger there. Neville!"Robert Neville sat down with a sigh and began to eat. and went to the plant the next day with jaded mind and body. string beans. But there was a beard on his face now; mostly under the nose; thinner around his chin and cheeks and under his throat. which moved now over the charred ruins of the houses on each side of his.She made a tiny sound in her throat. she started to move.The music ended and he took a stack of records off the turntable and slid them back into their cardboard envelopes. She was wearing a torn black dress and too much was visible as she breathed.2% of the weight. on the bed and fell back on' the pillow with a groan.

Seventh. bless you. Plenty of time to??He jerked up the watch and held it against his ear. Van Helsing and Mina and Jonathan and blood-eyed Count and all! All figments. he turned back. yet.; still time.The tension sank; he drew in breath again. his body like cast iron. echoing sound. after a half week of drinking.Before going to the bedroom to get dressed he checked Kathy's room." she said. smelling of cologne each morning when he picked up Neville to drive to the plant. There was no sound but that of his shoes and the now senseless singing of birds. he thudded his right fist down on the top of the bar while his eyes stared bleakly at the wall.

He stopped and looked up at the high ceiling. bones and muscles and tissue all alive and functioning with no purpose at all. what's the difference? he asked himself. pipes. after a moment. Fool! His mind grated. Three o'clock.In the morning he went out and looked at the matchwood on his lawn.His body dropped down heavily on the chair. would they invade the crypt? No. Why couldn't he have Kathy there too? Why had he followed so blindly. I can't burn her. Sun-drenched street. He tried to take good care of his teeth because he was his own dentist now. then. just let me sit here with you.

then. the keys!With a terrified intake of breath he spun and rushed back toward the car. the hanging of garlic.a time. his eyes lifeless. a cigarette between his lips. that all things bore relations to the blood? The garlic. "And speak of the devil. No more talking. that was superstition. what now? The past revealed nothing to help him; only talk of insect carriers and virus.Ten minutes later he threw her body out the front door and slammed it again in their faces. a few cookies.There were two of them. "Be careful.; still time.