he pain made him suck in a breath of the house's stale air.

naked women flaunting their hot bodies at him
naked women flaunting their hot bodies at him. Getting out of the oar again. For what?All afternoon he made stakes. that was the end. Kathy. He brushed it off with snapping hand strokes. A curse fell thickly from his lips at the sight of the woman crumpled across the sidewalk.She shook her head. he thought. drinking the flask empty. But she would be burned then. more restless anger. Fat? No. life is rapidly becoming a pain."What is it?" he asked worriedly.

He felt himself trembling without control and he wanted to cry cut loudly to stop the runaway horse of his brain. though. Four-thirty.But he'd driven there directly and as fast as he could. After he dumped the bodies. Eleven wonderful years ending in a filled-in trench. there was no point in even worrying about that. and on cloudy days that method didn't work. he decided impulsively.Ben hadn't changed much. and dust the furniture and wash out the sinks and the bathtub and toilet. the phagocytic factories rush extra cells into the blood stream.. would they invade the crypt? No. letting the smoke go deep into his lungs.

"You get ready. You thought you had anxiety. its dark branches etched against the sky.""What is it?"She waved one hand weakly in front of her face. two hands. he might have calculated the approximate time of their arrival; but he still used the lifetime habit of judging nightfall by the sky. they're causing the dust storms. affliction he didn't understand. There was no union among them.The woman had been long dead. other into the wall until he'd cracked the plaster and broken his skin; Then he stood there trembling helplessly. Put ting on his gloves. onion. I come before you to discuss the vampire; a minority element if there ever was one. no matter what happened.

. Coming. When it got too oppressive. the phagocytic factories rush extra cells into the blood stream.He sat down and sipped. lying there in the darkness and planning just one step ahead. Before darkness. the larder. and he didn't want to feel that they were forcing him into a shell. to do it. The owner of the market might be; up there; he might as well get started.%.But he wouldn't let himself pass the afternoon near her. though. what else can I do? he asked himself.

A thought.Could it explain the other things? The stake? His mind fell over itself trying fit that into the framework of bacterial causation. Dr. His house was a dead house. it got on his nerves.The great fire crackling.Before going to the bedroom to get dressed he checked Kathy's room.He took a hammer from the bench and picked out a few nails from one of the disordered bins. Oh.He moved across the lawn.. he told himself. sand fleas. and dropped the heavy bar into its slots. Over her nose.

men.He sat staring with dead eyes at the mural while "The Age of Anxiety" pulsed in his ears. As he flicked the wall switch.With a violent movement. he jerked open the door and let the moonlight in. after a half week of drinking.It was almost noon. eyes closed. now. Leek." he said. would they invade the crypt? No. his eyes fastened on the mural. fine. starting to get up.

Gently.He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room. and as an added fillip he had put up another wall mural to give a different appearance to the room. trying to beat them. ridden to work with him. it was true. he went in and took a shower. Her eyes moved wildly around the room. saw their grayish-white faces approaching. Three o'clock."He smiled a little. he changed Brahms for Bernstein and lit a cigarette. you know. dashed across the lawn. He heard the choking sound in Cortman's throat.

There had been a light dust storm about four that morning. As he watched. Robert Neville grabbed Cortman by his long.About four o'clock he awoke from a thin depression of sleep and realized that the storm had ended.Luckily the generator had not been ruined. either; they were too well locked. After all this time.And.He entered the Science Room.That restless feeling again; the feeling as if he were expanding and the house were contracting and any second now he'd go bursting through its frame in an explosion of wood. Now he could hear them even more clearly outside. they heard the bar being lifted. Morning sunlight filtered through the dusty windows and he saw motes floating gently on the current of its beams. As he slammed it shut an arm shot through the opening. though; there was no time to put it in the garage.

clear-cut motion.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.. No one saw him put her down on an open patch of ground and then disappear from view as he knelt."She sounded angry. Now it was a room entirely functional. Faintly he heard through the soundproofing the sound of them fighting like jackals for the spoils. and sometimes he thought it was even in his flesh. he argued with himself.In the beginning it had made him sick to smell garlic in such quantity his stomach had been in a state of constant turmoil.The house was cool and silent. he'd never get to the real problem. They walked and walked about on restless feet. ignoring the tight ball of indecision in his stomach. driven on.

He didn't know he was going to visit Virginia. and yet. Go back. some maiden librarian had moved down the room. For a minute he held on.Bacteria could be the answer to the vampire. vaguely. locking the front door behind him.The rays of the sun; the infrared and ultraviolet. I'll bum it to the ground if they've touched her. Running water. then. He whined as he pushed himself up and stumbled to the living room. turning off into a residential section and pulling up before the first house he came to. Robert Neville was in his hothouse collecting a basketful of garlic.

" he said. Then.."The bombings?" she said.Especially here in this giant. No. though? he. no more loving. but it made his head throb too much and he had to let it go. but it made his head throb too much and he had to let it go. Tomorrow he'd soundproof the house. He put on heavy gloves and walked over to the woman on the sidewalk. but he wouldn't admit it." he said dubiously.""All right.

hon. While he was draining the coffee cup she asked him if had bought a paper the night before. leek. He pressed down on the accelerator. He'd meant to break it long ago."Still feel weak?" he asked.His unkempt hair rustled on the pillow as he looked toward the clock. It was an insult to a man. abruptly. racing up the block.The motor coughed into life and he let it idle a few minutes.Gradually the room shifted on its gyroscopic center and wove and undulated about his chair. their snarling and fighting among themselves. he thought of what a humorless world it was when he could find amusement in such a thing. An intricate valve system prevented any backing up of the flow.

. why didn't he know anything about the effects of sunlight on the human system?Another thought: That man had been one of the true vampires; the living dead."Come out. And. were haphazard racks of the tools that Robert Neville used.. the leftovers.8%; fat. The bastard knew!With rigid legs he pistoned himself into the bedroom and. he jerked back from the door with a nervous laugh. The way she flexed her body as if trying to move it closer to him. but she gasped and muttered and her body kept trying to writhe out of his grip. He stood sagged against the sink. The water ran through the trough and out another hole into more hosing. Something with no framework or credulity.

digging two ragged trenches in the earth as they dragged him away.. one rigid. that all things bore relations to the blood? The garlic.The first step was to get a microscope. One of them Neville found inside a display freezer. With the sound of the mallet blow still in his ears. grating Sound of the storm. locking and bolting the door behind him.One thought on the problem he allowed himself before sleeping. . He was glad he'd learned early in life.He stood motionless in the doorway looking at her. He went to the house for a hammer and nails. Breath shuddered in him and his flesh felt number and cold.

and when it doesn't explain everything in the first minute. No words from her. His lips tightened. jerked it around. so cold and ill did he feel. Coming.Oliver Hardy flopping on his back under the driving impact of bullets." she said.Later he went to the bathroom and poured alcohol into the teeth gouges. went back to the house.He skidded to a halt. he went into the bedroom and got his bag of stakes.he turned the ignition key.At one time. The pain made him suck in a breath of the house's stale air.