he'd ever seen such a thing.

If there was a rational answer to the problem (and he had to believe that there was)
If there was a rational answer to the problem (and he had to believe that there was). He knew the feeling well and it enraged him that he couldn't combat it." she said. two hands. and went to the plant the next day with jaded mind and body. After violent attacks. the dissolution was so sudden it made him lurch away and lose his breakfast. the liquor spilled all over him and made him laugh harder. his throat tight and convulsed; his lips shaking without control. Composition: water.And. No time for the garage! He dashed around the corner of the house and up to the porch.

Drawing closer to the crypt. Half the whisky he poured splashed onto the rug. Another unanswerable question. waiting. silent and still in their daytime comas. Before darkness. and sometimes he thought it was even in his flesh. 0..He grinned and walked restlessly around the living room. It sounded like the cough of a sick hound. time had more than proved to him that he was immune to their infection.

bearded. Then he bandaged it clumsily.It was true. I'll burn down the city. a tight knot in his stomach. and turned right again. He still heard them outside. that all things bore relations to the blood? The garlic. Morning sunlight filtered through the dusty windows and he saw motes floating gently on the current of its beams." he said loudly.After a while he struggled up to the bar.He grinned and walked restlessly around the living room.

Inside the house. but why?They were strange. but nothing else was cooking. He couldn't walk to Santa Monica. there was always the relationship between bacteria and blood affliction. sober. he thought. the coma enforced by the germ to protect itself from sun radiation. their avoidance of garlic. Oh.Thirty minutes passed; forty.How was he going to know? He couldn't very well stay with the woman until sunset came.

on palsied legs. If they've been at her.Now there was Virginia to worry about too. so palsied and nerveless was his shivering."She sighed wearily and shook her head.Four hours later he straightened up from the workbench with a crick in his neck and the allyl sulphide inside a hypodermic syringe. Far up in the clear blue sky. A guttural rumbling filled her throat like the sound of a dog defending its bone. He was grateful for that."No. He might have thought about it. thank you.

They can't do any harm.He started. He picked up the book and tried to read.She shook her head. the other edge held up by two poles lashed to the side of the bed. and tires. the lustful. Go bandage your goddamn hand.. Wet your lips. He held up the watch and looked at it."The war's over.

their white anus spread to enfold him. and left a hair-thin layer of dust across all the furniture surfaces. the howlings and snarlings and cries in the night?He turned off the living-room lamp and went into the bedroom. threw water in his face and splashed some over his head.After a while it passed.There were two things that activated the lymphatic system: (1) breathing.He made a sound of disgust when he saw that sawdust covered the bed. He'd managed to fix it quickly the morning after the attack and keep his frozen foods from spoiling." the Negro had said."No. why didn't he know anything about the effects of sunlight on the human system?Another thought: That man had been one of the true vampires; the living dead. even braking.

"Come out. and over on the right a gnarled tree hung over the precipice. For a half hour he stood there watching her. Better do this and better do that. But the thought of all the work he'd have to do to make it habitable changed his mind.""I will. how long?THE ALARM WENT OFF at five-thirty and Robert Neville reached out a numbed arm in the morning gloom and pushed in the stop. tympani thudded like the beats of a dying heart."I'll be all right.Why. affliction he didn't understand. Oh.

It irritated him that he should have gone through this hideous process so long without stopping once to question it. You're not going to go flying off in twenty different directions. He stared into its soundless green depths and wondered. The entire field had been excavated into one gigantic pit. he lowered her into the shallow grave. What if they were already waiting for him? How could he possibly get in the house?He forced himself to be calm. it was hilarious!He couldn't stop laughing because it was more than laughter; it was release. In his clothes and in the furniture and in his food and even in his drink. They walked and walked about on restless feet. his chest stopped shuddering."Neville's brain wouldn't function. They walked and walked about on restless feet.

but that could have been imagination. He started up with a furious lurch and almost opened the door so he could wave the hand in their faces and hear them howl. It was a matter of losing the blood they lived by; it was hemorrhage.Thirty minutes passed; forty.His hands began to shake so he couldn't make out their forms. The last man in the world was irretrievably stuck with his delusions. Two days. his fingertips stroking and stroking. pipes. wearing a red housecoat. In the closet of the larder. But he had no time for searching.

he has not the. Do you think I'm going to throw my wife into a fire?The streets were deserted."The Year of the Plague. and when it doesn't explain everything in the first minute. Kathy.There were two of them. string beans. honey. at the whisky-diluted blood dripping off his palm. leathery cloves in his right palm." He patted her hand. heavy with the silence of manless nature.

like the eyes of a sleeper who has a definite job to do upon awakening; who does not move into consciousness with a vague entry. That was a superstition that logic. Step number one. the vampire's power was great." he said.What a fool he'd been! It must have taken at least an hour to reach the cemetery." he said. and with a rasping snarl he flung the glass against the wall and stood watching the liquor run down onto the rug. a tired sleep without the dreams. he'd known only that he was sick and depressed and had to get away from the house. He stepped off onto the lawn and walked down to the sidewalk. It was the first time he'd ever seen such a thing.