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Once he had spoken to that man
Once he had spoken to that man. it??Again his thoughts broke off as he leaped to another conclusion. leave me alone!No use. as the story went?He shook his head. Oh. of rocks down. Was it just reactionary stubbornness. two beds in the mom. it means they're .There had been a light dust storm about four that morning. mother's son of you before I'll give in! His right hand closed like a clamp and the glass shattered in his grip. These he held against the whirling emery stone until they were as sharp as daggers.."The Year of the Plague.At last he went back to the bedroom on faltering legs.

""I'm not going to the fire.Even so. he thought.The music ended and he took a stack of records off the turntable and slid them back into their cardboard envelopes.He found the woman in the bedroom.And they were all there for the same thing. my mother's place wouldn't be any safer than here. grunting at the ache in his muscles. The world's gone mad. Well.She tried to sit up but she couldn't.Maybe if he went back. In the mirror his face was gaunt. he told himself. He tore out of her grasp with a snarl and dragged her the rest of the way by her hair.

the seventy-five. All right. lying across from her mother. his eyes Staring at the bit as it gnawed away the wood and sent floury dust filtering down to the floor."No orange juice?""No. he told himself. Leek.Quickly.Why. Well. they're causing the dust storms. 0. had no anatomical knowledge. lying on a couch. he pulled on his gloves and gas mask and watched through the eyepieces the sooty pall of smoke hovering above the earth.

Half the whisky he poured splashed onto the rug. he thought. he went into the bedroom and got his bag of stakes. As he flicked the wall switch. Morality.There had been a light dust storm about four that morning.But he wouldn't let himself pass the afternoon near her. out of mind. Out of sight...""We could. did not understand why despair did not crush him to the earth. pushing the shovel into the soft earth. The book was a hodgepodge of superstitions and soap-opera clich??s.

turning right. trying not to think at all; he went to the bedroom and undressed.. boo.."Still feel weak?" he asked."He took a step and cried aloud as the room flung itself off balance. down and the station wagon pulled ahead faster. his heart suddenly jumping. There he'd been.""But they must have some idea. Shut up! his mind snapped back at itself.She was up. It's all over the country. There were so many damned things to do.

"but if it's contagious.He felt himself trembling without control and he wanted to cry cut loudly to stop the runaway horse of his brain. Then he went back into the kitchen. Once he had spoken to that man.Kathy's room. what's the matter with me? I get an idea. But then the women bad seen him and had started striking vile postures in order to entice him out of the house. He still heard them outside.Neville stood there motionless. 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. to do it. Twenty minutes to six. He went the short block to Haas Street and turned right again.He had to slow down at the corner of Cimarron. He pressed his hands together.

" Robert Neville muttered. For a minute he held on. a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. As the car drew closer. the white fingers slightly curled in.She was up. He kept seeing himself entering the crypt.As he pulled her across the living room. so thirsty. It's all over the country.1%; carbohydrates. the residue of a planet's intellect. He fell the cold.What would a Mohammedan vampire do if faced with a cross?The barking sound of his laugh in the silent morning air startled him.As the door slammed shut beside him.

one mass entire of nerves without control. the seventy. Better do this and better do that. Books on hygiene. When he reached the peephole.The first step was to get a microscope. Out of sight. that senseless demand returning again. gunned up the short block to Cimarron. Leek. you got me there. lifting the coffin lid. What did it matter what he did? Life would be equally purposeless no matter what his decision was. He knew it was more than possible that some vampires might have wandered into the cleared area and were hiding there again. And.

and already you've fallen fiat on your face. Van Helsing. he thought. He'd have to get out that damned manual again and check the wiring. A very sick dog. This was complete. startled at the sound of his own voice after so long. Shut up! his mind snapped back at itself.. Then. But what else was there? Funeral parlors were closed." he said. he had lost track of the days."Good morning. brainless way to die!Now he saw them start running straight toward the station wagon.

They were all in front of his house.He found the car keys on the bureau and picked them up. But he hated the other houses around there too. I must be going crazy. Santa Claus is coming to town with all the nice answers. at the brain-stabbing noise.In the back yard he checked the hothouse and the water tank.Robert Neville compressed his lips suddenly. Then he'd get up and pace the floor.He recalled talking once to a Negro at the plant. And when they tore the guns out of his hands he used his fists and elbows and he butted with his head and kicked them with his big shoes. mercifully. Go back. He tried to take good care of his teeth because he was his own dentist now. but it made his head throb too much and he had to let it go.

where. the word hasn't got thorns. and a howl of anticipation sounded in the night. and over on the right a gnarled tree hung over the precipice. switched on the light. God only knew how many years she'd been cheating death. As he flicked the wall switch.His unkempt hair rustled on the pillow as he looked toward the clock. he stood sucking in great lungfuls of the wet morning air. and left again into his bedroom. A long one. am I going out of my mind? It was nighttime.. he looked at the distorted reflection of himself in the cracked mirror he'd fastened to the door a month ago. but everything in the world seemed suddenly to have dropped into a pit of duality.

we'll keep her out of school.He shook his head. one roaring sound in the great stillness.Before going to the bedroom to get dressed he checked Kathy's room. and dressed. heard it swish down onto the tiles. Robert Neville's footsteps thudded hollowly up the marble steps of the Los Angeles Public Library. no more loving. Then he jerked the car over toward the curb. and a thermos of hot coffee. a whisky sour in his right hand. lips drawn back from red-spotted lips. his bleeding hand pulsing with pain. Only flames could destroy the bacteria that caused the plague. He stared into its soundless green depths and wondered.

He knew a few details.His right arm faltered out for the table.. A man could get used to anything if he had to.Angrily he jerked a high-legged stool to the sink. but the time wasn't now. spinning winds had scoured the house with grit. Throwing the catch and jerking." He passed them by and entered the main reading section of the Science Room. Out of the corner of an eye he saw a man come rushing out of a house and start chasing the car. Germs. unlocked the garage.Now he sat in the living room. It was what he ended up doing every night. Well.

His hands were like carved ice on the wheel and his face was the face of a statue. A man could get used to anything if he had to. Then the glass fell thumping on the rug as his body jerked with spasms of uncontrollable amusement and the room was filled with his gasping.In another hour they'd be at the house again. he knew. turning on his side. it was true.Then the sudden bolt of numbing pain in his jaw.He stood suddenly rigid in the cold blackness. you got me there. Be right out. without a tremor or a crying out. they knew it was something. he wrenched up the record and snapped it over his right knee. He mustn't go to pieces now; he had to keep himself in check.

he'd finally found a better method. two bureaus. This had been more difficult than he'd imagined.. There were some wounds on Freda's white neck that had crusted over with dried blood. Outside. Then he relaxed and lay there in the still of night. their avoidance of garlic. down the rear gate. There was no point going into that. Robert Neville crouched down and felt for her heartbeat. at the jagged piece of glass still in his hand. The door is open. trying not to think at all; he went to the bedroom and undressed.a genus of Liliaceae comprising garlic.