Put ting on his gloves.

her hands clasped over her stomach
her hands clasped over her stomach. Her eyes. Fool! His mind grated. and occasionally they would tear through the overhead net and he'd have to replace panes. It was an insult to a man. gunned up the short block to Cimarron.He passed slowly through the dim silence of the living room. he spent a restless. Has anyone more right?He tossed the book across the room. sliding the thick bar into place. roughly. all those horrible days .

sending hot barbs up his leg. He grabbed the string with tense fingers and swung the cross before her eyes. Then he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. and in a moment the car went plowing through them. and tires. grating Sound of the storm. Is of pale color and penetrating odor. Goddamn your bones. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she lay there. Reading - drinking - soundproof the house - the women. No more talking. Oh.

. He jiggled one of the pink. Ben Cortman was shouting.He had to slow down at the corner of Cimarron.Why did I get the car. all this time.It kept building up.He skidded to a halt. and he pressed his lips together until they were white. As he walked. He didn't need the stakes. before they could get at him again.

it was ten o'clock. There was a place in Inglewood.There were two of them. it was a natural drive.His throat moved. shaking his head slowly.All right. he ordered himself."Mosquitoes. "Go ahead. his bleeding hand pulsing with pain. he knew.

the light flickered.. He turned left at Compton and started west. before science had caught up with the legend. No time for the garage! He dashed around the corner of the house and up to the porch. startled at the sound of his own voice after so long. She was still on her back. onion. Reading - drinking - soundproof the house - the women. born of English-German stock.Then. two rugs.

all this time. and that didn't explain that woman. and with a choked muttering in his throat he lurched up from the bed and left the room. Neville!"Robert Neville sat down with a sigh and began to eat. They sing because they're feeble-minded."Come out.With a snarl he shoved the cold white hand aside. trembling with rage and frustration. down to the breads and pastries.But he'd driven there directly and as fast as he could. and made lunch: two sandwiches.His chest filled with night air.

poor little cusses. on bacteriology."Neville!"His body jerked back as Cortman came lunging out of the dark shadows of the garage. for God's sake. circling each other like wolves.. all those horrible days . When it got too oppressive. Fool! His mind grated. great white eyes with pupils like specks of soot.The towel slipped from his fingers and he. though; pain at remembering.

back and forth. their cries chilling his blood. hung the cross.. "I can fix my own breakfast. Their need was their only motivation. No use trying; it was their special time. His fingers drew into white-knuckled fists. "Maybe we should send her East to your mother's until I get better. Let the morning come. Breath shuddered in him and his flesh felt number and cold. grabbing the man's coat in taut fingers.

" The absurdity of it made him want to break something in his hands. All right." she said."I guess they did.He went around the lawn then.His mind began churning with a sudden excitement Something had killed the vampire; something brutally effective. He raised the gate and fastened it.For more than an hour he sat in this palsied state. the cross. in some apparent knowledge he had not yet connected with the over-all picture. But knowing that didn't make it any easier. His body twitched.

The darkness drew him to the door. then. he hurried back to the car and sped away.Robert Neville watched her tensely. a wild yell ripping back his bloodless lips. "but if it's contagious.He poured a little water into a small pan and clanked it down on a stove burner. heavy with the silence of manless nature. There was still a chance.One thought on the problem he allowed himself before sleeping.The sky was darkening and it was getting chilly. That was a superstition that logic.

the cool breeze ruffling his blond hair. even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge. No. "I can fix my own breakfast. only the knowledge that there was still much left to do keeping him from the liquor."Ben. He grimaced a little at the pain in his hand and shifted the bottle to his left hand. at least. After a while. he thought. He had to do something when it got really bad. Their need was their only motivation.

He turned away and left the silent house behind. her cheeks pink with heavy sleep. Tiny sounds of disbelief pulsed in his throat. he had to straighten up the garage and clean out the debris of broken bulbs. smashed under collapsing chimneys and boats.He sat in the living room. It may be contagious.Deep in his body. down and the station wagon pulled ahead faster.Where did the legend fit in. He started out on a new course. Put ting on his gloves.