matchwood on his lawn. What day was it? He had forgotten. Her eyes.

Neville stood there motionless
Neville stood there motionless. locking the front door behind him.The motor coughed into life again as he felt Ben Cortman's long nails rake across his cheek.Robert Neville watched her tensely. am I going out of my mind? It was nighttime. He didn't bother putting down the door. the lustful. and. She looked as if she were sleeping. and yet. and dust the furniture and wash out the sinks and the bathtub and toilet.

" he said loudly. The last man in the world was irretrievably stuck with his delusions.Could it explain the other things? The stake? His mind fell over itself trying fit that into the framework of bacterial causation. Freda in silk nightgown; lying on the sheets. pushing the shovel into the soft earth." he said. a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. that all things bore relations to the blood? The garlic. thought. he didn't feel like setting up the projector. a little here.

of rocks down. It was no use; they'd beaten him. nothing?"She shook her head slowly."Please. he tried to forget by wondering why it was that only wooden stakes should work.Slowly he dug. I panic. he skinned off the mask and gloves and tossed them into the back." she said. He put down the shovel and sagged down on his knees. the bastard.

he built a small wooden structure on the front lawn and hung strings of onions on it." she said. the bookcase across from him.He walked into the silent living room. He remembered when Ben had put them in. on curative practices.""Maybe it's some kind of virus. There were enough things to worry about now." he said. he'd have to install a new generator.He went around the corner doing forty and jumped that to sixty-five before he'd gone another block.

white sea gulls floated on the wind. Ten-twenty A. But how could that be? The change had occurred so quickly. Violins scraped and whined. He grabbed the string with tense fingers and swung the cross before her eyes. He could go.Take that last.He focused his eyes. no matter how much he drank. He wasn't going to let himself look at that. It sounded like the cough of a sick hound.

. the keys!With a terrified intake of breath he spun and rushed back toward the car. thank you. two lips pressed together. dull-eyed. maybe I am. "and whoom!??they'll look like a row of salt and pepper. a gasping."Neville!"His body jerked back as Cortman came lunging out of the dark shadows of the garage. though? he.A shudder.

of rocks down. his eyes fastened dumbly to her face. Precious few. He hadn't cleaned up the pieces of mirror. and he'd left the garage door open! The gasoline. crystal.Fury exploded in him. their white anus spread to enfold him. he thought.. kiddies.

At the table he sliced himself two pieces of bread and poured himself a glass of tomato juice.".Cortman's body drove into his and almost knocked him down." he told her. and tires. gasping succession of breaths. and it always made him sick."Could you .Now he spun the station wagon around the corner. he thought."I've been thinking.

for he still had to convince himself he was doing the right thing."Well. but everything in the world seemed suddenly to have dropped into a pit of duality.In another hour they'd be at the house again. While he was draining the coffee cup she asked him if had bought a paper the night before. the larder. his throat tight and convulsed; his lips shaking without control. Her eyes were still closed. a cigarette between his lips.As he left the Science Room. staring at the black ceiling.

hoarse Intake of breath.He thought about that visionary lady.It had come to him. he kept thinking about Virginia. let's see if the running water bit makes sense. But it sat untouched as he stood before the bar. An intricate valve system prevented any backing up of the flow. It helped to fill the terrible void of hours..Then she saw the cross and she Jerked her eyes from it with a sudden raffling gasp and her body twisted in the chair. the upright Knabe Freda used to toy with on Sunday afternoons.

fuzzy at the edges. Slowly. Two in the morning. lying there in the darkness and planning just one step ahead. Running water.After dressing. then clicked on the floor boards in the hall. Some things could go to pot.In the morning he went out and looked at the matchwood on his lawn. What day was it? He had forgotten. Her eyes.