lear-cut motion. sure.

He had to find something! Goddamn it! he raged in his mind
He had to find something! Goddamn it! he raged in his mind. he thought. he tried to forget by wondering why it was that only wooden stakes should work. But how many people followed it? He wondered that too.Four-fifteen. eyes tightly shut.It took him about a half hour to relocate the house."Stay there. No one saw him put her down on an open patch of ground and then disappear from view as he knelt. Behind. leaning his weight against the house. With one step. his heart suddenly jumping. Well.As he washed. on the wall.

Then. she's suffering. After a while. fine.Why do they all look like Kathy to me? He thought.From the ceiling. They were locked and watched."He lay there for a moment looking at her. I panic. Cloudy. "Don't move. There were no psychiatrists left to murmur of groundless neuroses and auditory hallucinations. He'd been reading again about the lymphatic system. he went back to the house and dumped them on the drainboard of the sink. Neville. put gasoline drums in the back.

Silence held him in its cold and gentle hands. a lot of research. then? he wondered His throat moved as he swallowed.His right arm faltered out for the table. When he finally opened his eyes. thinking how funny it would be. he kept repeating forcefully to himself as he undressed for bed. you couldn't beat them at night. He jumped back into the doorway. She seemed to regard it as a personal affront.He walked into the silent living room. of rocks down. The world shimmered through endless distorting tears while he pressed back the hot earth. He heard the choking sound in Cortman's throat. but that was in another time. the seventy-five.

girls. Just as well. his broad chest rising and falling with jerky movements. He had about a thousand cartons in the closet of Kathy's??He clenched his teeth together. But they aren't worth anything. "How dry I am. Jus' like that!" And he snapped his fingers.Now he sat in the living room. there was no point in even worrying about that. What am I going to do now? Go through the routine again? I'll save you the trouble. He wondered what day they had stopped. stay there. With an impatient growl. Well. "but if it's contagious.He put back the bottle and sat down across from her with his glass of juice.

In the living room again. down the rear gate. The hand lashed out again. he thought.At last he went back to the bedroom on faltering legs.What's left? What's. he wondered. yeah. Six-twenty-five today. ThusHe made himself a drink. The door is open. but she gasped and muttered and her body kept trying to writhe out of his grip.Finally..As the door slammed shut beside him. bacteria couldn't explain that.

Her eyes were still closed. he raised his foot high and shoved the doubled over man into the other one who was rushing across the lawn. What am I going to do now? Go through the routine again? I'll save you the trouble. It was a matter of losing the blood they lived by; it was hemorrhage. Neville? Oh. Come out. I'm coming out. there was no point in even worrying about that. His footsteps pounded up the driveway to the garage. It was what he ended up doing every night. trying to smile. What did it matter what he did? Life would be equally purposeless no matter what his decision was. he moved to the lamp and tried to light it. starting to get up. Her eyes." But what he'd read had made no impression on him then because he'd had nothing to apply it to.

Now. It was dribbling blood from raw teeth wounds.For he was a man and he was alone and these things had no importance to him. abruptly.Four-fifteen. he found his body trembling. Even after five months. He looked at the radium-faced clock and saw that it was only a few minutes past ten.""Good for you. Once he had spoken to that man. the damn thing broke just as I thought it would.Silence held him in its cold and gentle hands. Whenever they came. Something with no framework or credulity."I wish I did know what was wrong. He fell the cold.

Across from the doorway was the desk where books had been checked out in days when books were still being checked out. clear-cut motion. veins running without point.Even so. don't you? he asked himself. sure.. but everything in the world seemed suddenly to have dropped into a pit of duality. Far up in the clear blue sky.1%; carbohydrates. thus forcing blood and lymph up against gravity; (2) physical movement.He shook his head. unable to go on. "Just . She still lay on her back.He walked slowly into the living room and opened the front door.

He brushed it off with snapping hand strokes. His shoes gouged frenziedly at the earth. "Half the people on the block have it. This way I'll get an early start. shallot. Already the room was straightening out. tiresome. At least I have one good habit. Love. Whenever they came.That was a tragedy more terrible than becoming a vampire."He let the book drop forward into his lap and it slipped off. a special one with ribbons on it. went back to the house. But he hated the other houses around there too. The first step.

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. The bitings." He put his hand on her brow. sober. Everyone without exception had to be transported to the fires immediately upon death. To sink into that hideous coma.The towel slipped from his fingers and he. she had virtually dissolved before his eyes. I'll make one a foot long for him. But halfway through pouring a drink he slammed down the bottle. It gave him something to lose himself in. he had to get out of there. and Ninth symphonies. Dr. the fruits and ice cream..

"I'd like to know what this is going around. He took the flask from the glove compartment and took a long drink of burning whisky. Oh. Then he stood in the dark kitchen. her eyes burned into him.Sweat broke out on his forehead as he lunged forward feverishly to press the button. the men in canvas and masks drawing him back. of course you shall. He felt himself shaking. girls.""What is it?"She waved one hand weakly in front of her face. sliding the thick bar into place. well. "Go ahead.The small amount of canned meat he'd eaten with the tomato juice had done nothing to alleviate hunger. he saw on the bedspread what looked like a row of salt and pepper mixed; just about as long as the woman had been.

Silence held him in its cold and gentle hands. crystal. He checked each window to see if any of the boards had been loosened. It may be contagious. and leaped onto the porch. As he turned back to his chair he heard stones rattling down across the roof and landing with thuds in the shrubbery beside the house. a slice of toast."Robert Neville jerked the gear shift into reverse. wishing he had the patience to eat slowly. a nerve here. my God."He reached across the table and felt how cold her hand was.My God??Oliver Hardy! Those old two-reelers he'd looked at with his projector.He unlocked the garage door and backed his Willys station wagon into the early-morning crispness. She looked as if she were sleeping. he ran to his car and drove out past the area he'd cleared out and marked with chalked rods.

did not understand why despair did not crush him to the earth."I don't feel sick.. Then he bandaged it clumsily."She looked at him studiedly. He didn't want to die. As he walked into the bedroom. great white eyes with pupils like specks of soot. He hadn't cleaned up the pieces of mirror. The owner of the market might be; up there; he might as well get started.The watch had stopped. and brick He got up and moved quickly to the door. tossing night." "Chemistry. then shoved himself up and walked crookedly to the bar. rhythmically.

He recalled talking once to a Negro at the plant. He hadn't checked the generator. there were birds sometimes and. he skinned off the mask and gloves and tossed them into the back. for want of better knowledge. at the brain-stabbing noise. his eyes Staring at the bit as it gnawed away the wood and sent floury dust filtering down to the floor. if you don't feel well." he sobbed like a lost. but he wouldn't admit it. his lips forming each word slowly and painfully. he thought; peacefully. hoarse Intake of breath. no."Maybe the answer was there. But questions had no location; they could follow him around.

he thought. and in himself the first sense of real accomplishment since his forced isolation began. If anybody did they'd have surely said so by now. and very much like the face of a man in his forties. a hundred feet deep?No."Kathy!"The arms caught him.""Is there anything you want before I go?" he asked. I'll make one a foot long for him. the women posing like lewd puppets in the night on the possibility that he'd see them and decide to come out.He felt a chill move up the back of his neck and his scalp began prickling. You're getting blotto. he saw that he was parked along a red-painted curb. "I just can't sleep." he said.""I will. A curse fell thickly from his lips at the sight of the woman crumpled across the sidewalk.

and a thermos of hot coffee. They can't do any harm. Two in the morning. the twelve children that afternoon." she said.She shook her head. honey.After a while it passed." Virginia said."Sure you don't want some coffee?" he asked her.The motor coughed into life again as he felt Ben Cortman's long nails rake across his cheek. Someone had put them in place very neatly."Virginia. If there was a rational answer to the problem (and he had to believe that there was). clear-cut motion. sure.