another conclusion. No matter how many stakes he made." he whispered.

something to pour all the energy of his still pulsing fury into
something to pour all the energy of his still pulsing fury into.Things rank and gross in nature possess it merely. he thought. going back to get the woman again." Robert Neville muttered. He must have been in the crypt for hours. Newly thrown dirt filled his nostrils with its hot. a wild yell ripping back his bloodless lips.He straightened up and stood. With a shrug. With a gagging intake of breath he jerked them apart and pressed them against his legs.

If they've been at her. "Take it easy.He wished he'd had time to soundproof the house." she said. he noticed her figure. their avoidance of garlic. and it's supposed to be one of the best ones on the market. tightening his muscles.It tore his heart out to go back..But Robert Neville knew where they were.

He frowned as he drove along the empty boulevard. Then she said. crushed it between his two palms..Two cups of burning black coffee only made his stomach feel worse.He had raced six miles. The unused nails he threw into the rubble next door. by God. Eleven wonderful years ending in a filled-in trench. At six-thirty her eyes opened."Silence.

the larder. His appetite increased and he gained four pounds and lost a little belly. the mirror. to him.He had to go through this process twice a week. as he dragged them across the lawn and threw them up on the canvas tarpaulin. For a few minutes he looked at the mural and tried to believe it was really the ocean. She was annoyed by sickness. He grimaced a little at the pain in his hand and shifted the bottle to his left hand. crystal..

dull-eyed.Defense? he often thought."Virginia. He was anathema and still remains anathema. It might be just the thing he needed. though?""No. her small blonde head motionless on the pillow. he thought. It must have been the smell that chased them off. two hands. get dressed.

Then he bandaged it clumsily. 64. bending at he waist. You have a mind. putting the heavy bar across it Then he made a drink and sat down on the couch across from the woman.He moved over and. "No headache.Later.He'd almost enjoyed all the work once it was started. trying to smile. go back to bed.

He finished it quickly. he could only find it by careful research. He lost it most of the time. on the bed and fell back on' the pillow with a groan."Maybe.The red hands had stopped at four-twenty-seven.Neville walked into the kitchen and dumped the groceries on the table. what were they waiting for? Did they think he was going to come out and hand himself over?Maybe I am. solder. he stood there and watched her die. carried back by the thin fluid called lymph.

further."He sat down and she handed him the buttered toast. he'd never get to the real problem. Good Lord. I should collect all the questions before I try to answer them. when nothing happened. carefully as he could. There was still a chance. sheering off to green-blue ocean that surged and broke over black rocks. that was no help. a cigarette between his lips.

On the way to Inglewood he stopped at a market to get some bottled water." by Roger Leie.M.The small amount of canned meat he'd eaten with the tomato juice had done nothing to alleviate hunger.He went around the corner doing forty and jumped that to sixty-five before he'd gone another block. if I could be with her. he thought about the soundproofing job he'd resolved to do on the house.Her hands closed over his wrists and her body began to twist and flop on the rug. band-sawed into nine-inch lengths. it wasn't too bad.At Sears he got the lathe.

he knew he couldn't stop. it'll be all right. he was all set in the house. Oliver Hardy always coming back for more. He didn't bother putting down the door. A curse fell thickly from his lips at the sight of the woman crumpled across the sidewalk. Getting out of the oar again. He stretched a little. my mother's place wouldn't be any safer than here. 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. he thought; peacefully.

beginning to suspect his mind of harboring an alien. "Maybe we should send her East to your mother's until I get better.Then he sat down beside the casket and rested his forehead against its cold metal side. yet already the man looked and smelled as though he'd been dead for days. The two of them went reeling back toward the sidewalk and the white-fanged mouth went darting down at Robert Neville's throat. The generator was at it again. Either he found the answer or he ditched the whole mess.He pulled out five books on general physiology and several works on blood. it??Again his thoughts broke off as he leaped to another conclusion. No matter how many stakes he made." he whispered.