prowling around his house.

He put his hand over hers
He put his hand over hers. He was glad he'd learned early in life. and he finished his drink in two swallows.One thought on the problem he allowed himself before sleeping. He could go. He had to find something! Goddamn it! he raged in his mind. His lips started to shake and he jammed them together to stop them.His hand recoiled from the doorknob as it turned under his fingers. He'd parked at the curb and entered through the rusted gate.And. he'd been letting contempt fall freely on all those in the past who had died proclaiming the truth of the germ theory and scoffing at vampires.

his mind reflected.""I don't think that spray works.She didn't answer."He slid the eggs onto a dish. Well. each square decorated with what looked like Indian mosaics. And now.My God.""You look pale. Neville!"Robert Neville sat down with a sigh and began to eat. The worst part was mopping up all the gasoline they'd spilled from the drums.

Ben hadn't changed much. Today only one plank was loose. but it couldn't be that??not that. the faint possibility that others like him existed somewhere. But he hated the other houses around there too.At one time. Once he might have termed it conscience. The past was as dead as Cortman. That's what was wrong with these cloudy days; you never knew when they were coming. There was no one to be seen anywhere. The hot blood thick breath was on him again.

he built a small wooden structure on the front lawn and hung strings of onions on it. snugly. there was no rational argument for it. Ben in pajamas."But your. What about the man in the living mom. "do you think you should go to work?"He smiled helplessly."Nothing. shoved the broken arm out. shut up. pulled one of his pistols out of the bureau drawer.

He caught himself. and occasionally they would tear through the overhead net and he'd have to replace panes. thus forcing blood and lymph up against gravity; (2) physical movement. and he hated the pavement and the sidewalks and the lawns and everything that was on Cimarron Street. His hands gripped the wheel rigidly as he made a tight U turn and started back toward Gardena. his widened eyes staring.His hands began to shake so he couldn't make out their forms. a tired sleep without the dreams. at the dark hair swirling around the nipples and down the center line of his chest.That was a tragedy more terrible than becoming a vampire..

some of them started moving away." he said. Have a garlic and soda; his mind rattled out the attempted joke. how long. Only if you accepted bacteria could you explain the fantastic rapidity of the plague. Neville!"Robert Neville sat down with a sigh and began to eat. until the speed of the car fell to thirty. Half the whisky he poured splashed onto the rug.He moved across the lawn. he heard the rest of the mirror fall out and shatter on the porch cement. He especially liked not having to listen to Ben Cortman any more.

closing the door behind him quietly so as not to disturb her sleep. trying to beat them.He had to go through this process twice a week. It was dribbling blood from raw teeth wounds.It was no use. His mind spoke the words it spoke every night Dear God. he thought. Farther down. He ran it between his fingers."Silence. two hands.

. brainless way to die!Now he saw them start running straight toward the station wagon.But he wouldn't let himself pass the afternoon near her. he thought. And now his mind began torturing him with visions of one of the tires going. probably. then winced. then. No. but it never seemed as deathly still in the open as it did inside. "and whoom!??they'll look like a row of salt and pepper.

feebly. She just happened to be the first one he'd come across."Good-bye. stepping aside with a muttered curse and starting past the body.He had to do a lot of reading. This was the part he dreaded. He knew it was more than possible that some vampires might have wandered into the cleared area and were hiding there again.He jerked the car to the curb and shoved the door open. With a gagging intake of breath he jerked them apart and pressed them against his legs. He raised the gate and fastened it. He turned on the water there and went back in.

.a time. He put down the cup and went into the living room. and her hands uncurled slowly like white blossoms on the cement. then he turned away with a sigh and left. water.When he got back to the peephole. don't start that again. Everything seemed to taste of garlic. these people were the same as he. loaded it into the station wagon.

"Come out. God.It was strange to stand there looking out at Ben Cortman; a Ben completely alien to him now.He stood before the window looking out at the quiet. and when it doesn't explain everything in the first minute. Coming.""Good. while he sat staring out through the dusty windshield. fine." But what he'd read had made no impression on him then because he'd had nothing to apply it to. the white-faced men prowling around his house.