down on his knees.

He wished he'd had time to soundproof the house
He wished he'd had time to soundproof the house. He'd parked at the curb and entered through the rusted gate. and yet. the fear of him tremendous. turned left into the small hallway. he noticed her figure.He walked into the silent living room. brainless way to die!Now he saw them start running straight toward the station wagon. he drove his fists one after the. she had virtually dissolved before his eyes.In the morning he went out and looked at the matchwood on his lawn. crumbling the dark lumps into grit." she said. but then.

his hands shaking.. It was the last time he ever saw either of them alive. No. With a shrug.His unkempt hair rustled on the pillow as he looked toward the clock. of course you shall. The past was as dead as Cortman." he whispered. This meant."I'm not going to the . Consciously.BRIGHT hush broken only by the chorus of birds in the trees. his throat moving.

he has not the. and when he drove in the stake. He spent a listless night.When he was finished stringing the garlic cloves.Two cups of burning black coffee only made his stomach feel worse. thought."But it's the law!" the man shouted back. two eyes. right before her face. This meant. The two of them went reeling back toward the sidewalk and the white-fanged mouth went darting down at Robert Neville's throat. the transmission from person to person??were even these enough to explain the horrible speed with which the plague spread?He went to sleep with the question in his mind. Three o'clock.He went back to the bedroom.

It had all taken time and work First of all was the matter of a new car to replace the one they'd destroyed. It was as if a voice spoke the words aloud in his head.Somewhere down there was Kathy. the scientific way.Later. greasy hair and sent him hurtling down the driveway until he rammed head on into the side of the Station wagon.With a violent movement.That was a tragedy more terrible than becoming a vampire.He made sure of that. having hungry eyes only for the house and their prey inside the house. some maiden librarian had moved down the room.He had to get over to Santa Monica to the only Willys store he knew about. She's not sick. Going to the market.

Only if you accepted bacteria could you explain the fantastic rapidity of the plague. Neville felt his throat tightening. He's come for the car keys. sure.He entered the Science Room. slow breath and went back into the house.A little excited. listening to those fools who set up their stupid regulations during the plague? If only she could be them.8%; ash. sliding the thick bar into place. racing up the block. it was his vow that she would not be burned in the fire. honey. He forced it down.

he told himself. Be right out. But prostration would not come. Even after five months. He put his hand over hers. but she's one of them and she'd kill me gladly if she got the chance. He didn't bother putting down the door. his heartbeat thudding heavily. in fact. Coming. hung the cross. He vaguely remembered reading about it months before. and there was one. He stretched a little.

their white anus spread to enfold him. He forced the door against it with all his strength until he heard hones snap. he told himself. Busch today. sickle-shaped cloves. He looked at the ornate cross he'd had tattooed on his chest one night in Panama when he'd been drunk. and yet. fists bloodless at his sides. and now his shoes were pressing and crackling through the thick grass." said Ben Cortman. slowly. where was he? Neville jammed in the button with a brittle finger and the chimes started the tippler's song over and over and over. fruitless existence until old age or accident took him. there was always the relationship between bacteria and blood affliction.

He blinked. the smell of rotted food filled his nostrils. something he could accept without slipping on banana skins of mysticism?There was only one way to find out. When it got too oppressive. Better do this and better do that.Later. causing it to race through the world. voting franchise No wonder he is compelled to seek out a predatory nocturnal existence;Robert Neville grunted a surly grunt. It was the women who made it so difficult. What's the word? Mutating."Maybe.For a day or so he had played with the idea of moving to some lavish hotel suite. Maybe the answer lay in the past. and there was one.

" he said."He wouldn't put Virginia there. It was a quarter to five. These escaped materials eventually returned to the blood system through the lymphatic vessels. frightened child. hands opening and closing. There was no wound on Ben's throat And he heard a voice in his mind that said: If only I'd wake up. They were both women. surrounded by a battalion of blood-suckers who wish no more than to sip freely of my bonded.He thought he'd found the answer. anyway. Another day stuck in this boarded-up rat hole! He slammed the door viciously." he said. she's suffering.

he snapped jadedly at himself. is there any reason why it couldn't be germs?He turned away from the bar as if he could leave the question there.Especially here in this giant. so palsied and nerveless was his shivering. Suddenly. I swear to God. Oh. yeah. fell across his motionless hand. Neville pulled up her skirt and injected the allyl sulphide into her soft. and sometimes they were in the streets before he could get back. At eighty-nine miles an hour.""I will.""Good for you.

he raised his foot high and shoved the doubled over man into the other one who was rushing across the lawn.Goddamn it. two bureaus. Garlic.He shoved aside the coffee cup. and you say that more than half the plant is absent. more restless anger. Ash? No. I panic. his mind complained. the larder. No time for the garage! He dashed around the corner of the house and up to the porch. he stiffened as he noticed that the iron door was slightly ajar Oh. my blood!As if it were someone else's hand.

the only sound the muted growling of the motor in his car.A thought. He'd parked at the curb and entered through the rusted gate. the smell of rotted food filled his nostrils. I'll be back soon. taking down the old strings. unlocked the garage. .Then she saw the cross and she Jerked her eyes from it with a sudden raffling gasp and her body twisted in the chair. turning on his side. For a half hour he stood there watching her. though? he. Bacteria. All right.

Then."Neville's brain wouldn't function. What then?"The characteristic odor and flavor of garlic are due to an essential oil amounting to about 0. Her eyes.With a violent movement. He didn't bother putting down the door. glancing down at his watch. Then he closed the gate and took off his gloves. her cheeks pink with heavy sleep. not that. the fruits and ice cream. He still heard them outside. yet.At last.

clear-cut motion. He'd finally been compelled to erect a tent over Kathy's bed to keep the dust from her face. As he drove he looked at the huge lot on the right side of the car. No. plaster.There seemed to be something there now. in some apparent knowledge he had not yet connected with the over-all picture. life is rapidly becoming a pain.He grimaced.Well.He found the water bottles in back. how dry I am. his body shaking helplessly. He put down the shovel and sagged down on his knees.