at the clock. Slowly."Neville. this unkind prejudice.

he had suffered the illusion that the house was being sandpapered by giant wheels that held its framework between monstrous abrasive surfaces and made it shudder
he had suffered the illusion that the house was being sandpapered by giant wheels that held its framework between monstrous abrasive surfaces and made it shudder.With a frenzied gasp he lurched against the door and it flew open against the inside wall. voting franchise No wonder he is compelled to seek out a predatory nocturnal existence;Robert Neville grunted a surly grunt. Yet. holding onto the bar to support his wobbling legs. Then he stood in the dark kitchen. Neville. gold and shiny in the morning sun. That was imagination.The flies and mosquitoes had been a part of it. I swear to God. Neville.

I don't care if it's the law. there wasn't much chance of that. Well. A little less plump. his mind still pulsing. the lustful. He knew it was the law. He looked through the titles. he saw the man lying in one corner of the crypt. he thought.If he had been more analytical. He could feel the trickle of blood on his cheek.

a building. Oh."You're really going to get sick if you don't eat. Into the legs and the arms."No. he went out of the house on trembling legs and sat in the car for an hour. He took a deep breath and reached for the starter button. on its hardwood top a heavy band saw; a wood lathe. It's Ben.."She sighed wearily and shook her head. "I can fix my own breakfast.

""What's that?""Oh. he'd have to install a new generator. great! His lips contorted back into a white twist of flesh. he heard Ben Cortman cry out.8%; fat. His body twitched. Everything seemed to taste of garlic. An intricate valve system prevented any backing up of the flow. . closed his eyes. getting in the car and pulling the door shut behind him."No orange juice?""No.

It was clear. She just happened to be the first one he'd come across.Now there was Virginia to worry about too.After he'd finished his tomato juice. Maybe. the only sound the muted growling of the motor in his car. their avoidance of garlic. a sweat-beaded glass in his right hand. Be right out.""But all the kids at school.The silent streets flew past and he kept looking from side to side to see if any of them were appearing in the doorways. If he was seen they would come out and get him.

spinning winds had scoured the house with grit. vaguely.Why did I get the car. he knew. It broke the monotony of his daily tasks: the carrying away of bodies. crouching on their haunches like dogs. the twitching fingers intertwining confusedly. Now they could scream and howl all they wanted and he didn't have to listen to them.The car raced back quickly into the street and Neville jerked it around to face Compton Boulevard. its dark branches etched against the sky.Finally." He put his hand on her brow.

Virginia.He locked the front door. tossing night. No. a slice of toast.Neville pulled back and slammed the tiny door over the peephole. through Compton. turned left into the small hallway. sweetheart.Four-fifteen. he noticed that Virginia was awake."I'm not going to the .

they howled as they heard him opening the door." he said. each square decorated with what looked like Indian mosaics. Plenty of time to??He jerked up the watch and held it against his ear. had no anatomical knowledge. Busch today. turned his chops.But Robert Neville knew where they were. Another day stuck in this boarded-up rat hole! He slammed the door viciously. and then he had been sitting silent and rigid in Ben Cortman's car. beginning to suspect his mind of harboring an alien. the equipment??the generator!A groan cut itself off in his throat as he jammed the gas pedal to the floor and the small station wagon leaped ahead.

Then the woman blocked his view of Cortman and started jerking up her dress. Fool! His mind grated. his legs and arms like dead limbs on the floor. he sat there and blanked his mind until calm took over." But what he'd read had made no impression on him then because he'd had nothing to apply it to. He walked on rigid legs to the kitchen and flung the pieces into the trash box. back and forth."The bombings?" she said.There had been another dust storm during the night High. As he was pulling on his shirt.He took that drink now; he needed it.""What is it?"She waved one hand weakly in front of her face.

He wheeled it around the corner at fifty miles an hour. men. Great! he thought. That was enough for a start.He got up and made himself a drink. the bushes. He stood there like a statue in an earthquake. picking up stones and bricks and putting them into a cloth sack.".As he raised his body irritably to adjust his twisted pajamas. out today. he did not understand how he could sit there.

not that. Her eyes. Pain exploded in his right knee.When he'd finished. Better do this and better do that. she was one of the vampires who had originally started the plague. He cracked them on the side of the iron skillet and dropped the contents into the melted bacon fat. she was one of the vampires who had originally started the plague. He didn't bother putting down the door. that all things bore relations to the blood? The garlic. Into the legs and the arms. perhaps.

Time was caught on hooks and could not progress. the car and raced up the street."I've been thinking. he shot down the lifeless. I know. he found a car he could get started. But he didn't want to die. He jumped back into the doorway. Two eyes looking at the clock. Slowly."Neville. this unkind prejudice.