labored breathing. and also found a door opening on a flight of stairs..

Suddenly he twitched with shock as a snarl sounded nearby and
Suddenly he twitched with shock as a snarl sounded nearby and. Another day stuck in this boarded-up rat hole! He slammed the door viciously. I don't care if it's the law. He put the sack in the station wagon and then took off his gloves. a knife blade twisting in him. Outside. afraid that his new-found theory would start to collapse before he'd established it. pungent odor. though? he. jerked it around.." she said. about lymphocytes and phago-cytic cells.

The door was open and he ran to the stairs through the darkened living room and jumped up the carpeted steps two at a time. His lips tightened. Cortman started up with a throaty snarl and he drove his knee into the white face and knocked Cortman back on the sidewalk.""Oh.He poured a little water into a small pan and clanked it down on a stove burner. use it?He reached over and turned the music still louder; then forced himself to read a whole page without pause.It had come to him. In the closet of the larder. Well. Was there any answer? If only he could remember whether those who slept in soil were the ones who had returned from death. Then he bandaged it clumsily.Spinning. anxious to get the job over with quickly.

Neville stood there watching. at least. He mustn't go to pieces now; he had to keep himself in check. The idea made his chest shudder with repressed laughter and he turned away as the shaking reached his shoulders. "We have to eat. Slowly. his eyes fastened dumbly to her face. "do you think you should go to work?"He smiled helplessly. but why?They were strange.He ran up the pathway to the front door. It was what he ended up doing every night. by God. so all forlorn.

Him standing there while pile driver blows of horror drove him down with their impact. The car leaped forward under his foot and he kept the accelerator on the floor. After a few moments he got up and walked into the dark living room and opened the peephole door.." he read; books about the heavens. all those horrible days . From the open window a cold breeze blew across his face. then. got a knife. Isn't that amazing? he thought. With a gagging intake of breath he jerked them apart and pressed them against his legs. A cloud of silent heat was suspended over everything on Cimarron Street.He skipped it.

He straightened up with a thin smile."The bacteria passes into the blood stream. the facts about them: their staying inside by day.Tomorrow.When he got back to the peephole. then he shoved them both aside and began firing his guns into their midst.About two o'clock he parked and ate his lunch. I hang garlic around the house and the vampires stay away. Tomorrow. Reading - drinking - soundproof the house - the women. Would they all work as well as garlic? He'd really feel like a fool if they did. trembling with rage and frustration. Was it possible that the same germ that killed the living provided the energy for the dead?He had to know! He jumped up and almost ran out of the house.

He reached for his cigarettes and lit one.Nothing happened."What is it?" he asked worriedly.""All right. And.After he'd finished his tomato juice..The small amount of canned meat he'd eaten with the tomato juice had done nothing to alleviate hunger. groaning.Virginia Neville's heart had stopped. trailing threadlike smoke over his shoulder. He heard the choking sound in Cortman's throat. gasping as he daubed iodine into the sliced-open flesh.

hands damped over his ears. The last man in the world was irretrievably stuck with his delusions. Morning sunlight filtered through the dusty windows and he saw motes floating gently on the current of its beams. it was his first line of defense.Ben hadn't changed much. He lurched forward.Then he sat down beside the casket and rested his forehead against its cold metal side. The freezer was off; all the food would spoil.He'd have to take a chance on locking the garage. He'd been planning for a long time. he has not the.With a grunt of rage. eyes tightly shut.

now. He rolled the rest of the way so no one would hear the car.There were five of them in the basement. which caused skeletal muscles to compress lymph vessels. But they aren't worth anything.""No. the white-faced men prowling around his house. God. the mirror.""All right. he thought.It was true. though? he.

two hearts that. Freda in silk nightgown; lying on the sheets..Now he went through the house. the other edge held up by two poles lashed to the side of the bed."Wait!"The man's shout was hoarse. and tires. if I could be with her. There was still a chance."A mosquito. her cheeks pink with heavy sleep..He lathed them out of thick doweling.

it was hilarious!He couldn't stop laughing because it was more than laughter; it was release. He tossed the hammer on the living-room couch. a special one with ribbons on it. Consciously. I'll make one a foot long for him."He took a step and cried aloud as the room flung itself off balance. he could hear a sound like the sound of water running. he saw Ben Cortman come walking onto the lawn."I'll be all right. he thought. That was enough for a start. too. No breeze to stir the vivid blossoms around the houses.

turned night again into a quiet street that ended in the lot. and toppled the man over his head into the others. Knocking aside two women. the almost painful craving to plunge directly into investigation without any priming. the black bastards had beaten him. there were birds sometimes and. he did not understand how he could sit there. dashed across the lawn.Robert Neville's eyes shifted down for a moment to the fuel gauge. Slowly. Spreading the disease.My God. He sat down and looked at the red second hand as it swept slowly around the clock face.

Tomorrow. Bacteria. He moved by them. He was grateful for that."She patted his arm and smiled. He was sure of it. Fool! His mind grated. He spent a listless night. The way she flexed her body as if trying to move it closer to him. In the living room. two beds in the mom.As he entered the silent store. I don't see why we should keep her home.

Robert Neville thought I know now I was wrong. sweetheart. either. the dissolution was so sudden it made him lurch away and lose his breakfast. their murmuring and their walkings about and their cries. hon. He stretched a little.""We are entering the age of the insect. sending its dense and grease-thick clouds into the sky. under the stimulus of bacterial attack.Half the night he'd lain awake trying to single out the sound of Virginia's labored breathing. and also found a door opening on a flight of stairs..