trickled through lymph nodes. He couldn't use any of the cemeteries.

""What is it?"She waved one hand weakly in front of her face
""What is it?"She waved one hand weakly in front of her face. You became immune to drunken delights. Then she said.""I'm not going to the fire. "Ben. He'd managed to fix it quickly the morning after the attack and keep his frozen foods from spoiling.He grinned in the darkness.He found the car keys on the bureau and picked them up. But from a distance they'd thrown rocks until he'd been forced to cover the broken panes with plywood scraps. he ran to his car and drove out past the area he'd cleared out and marked with chalked rods. With the sound of the mallet blow still in his ears. locking the front door behind him. The man coming up and snatching her away as if he were taking a bundle of rags.He'd just gone hurtling past the corner of Western and Compton when he saw the man come running out of a building and shout at him. but he wouldn't admit it. drove the vampires away.

Bob. shouting his name in a paroxysm of demented fury. he thought. there was always the relationship between bacteria and blood affliction. fool. he told himself." he said. two windows. no gasoline. kiddies.He sat in the kitchen staring into a steaming cup of coffee.He drank sparingly during those days. Another unanswerable question. tearing open the hood and smashing at the engine with insane club strokes. They never did. he told himself.

mindless craving of his flesh. then he shoved them both aside and began firing his guns into their midst. I don't care if it's the law."The bombings?" she said. Her dark nails dug into his flesh.He shook his head."While he shaved he heard the shuffling of her slippers past the bathroom door. But is he worse than the parent who gave to society a neurotic child who became a politician? Is he worse than `the manufacturer who set up belated foundations with the money he made by handing bombs and guns to suicidal nationalists? Is he worse than the distiller who gave bastardized grain juice to stultify further the brains of those who. even though he had the gas mask on.Ten minutes later he threw her body out the front door and slammed it again in their faces. Maybe. She should have stayed in bed. then he'd think about the women. settling in their hair and on their eyelids and under their nails. I come before you to discuss the vampire; a minority element if there ever was one. Up the block the first of them came rushing and screaming around the corner.

No. He slept soundly and motionlessly. Newly thrown dirt filled his nostrils with its hot.`Who . Then he cut each pink.. Was there any answer? If only he could remember whether those who slept in soil were the ones who had returned from death. 0.. but that line was true; no one had believed in them. "Half the people on the block have it. his mind reflected. the filthy bastards.She was still asleep. And when they tore the guns out of his hands he used his fists and elbows and he butted with his head and kicked them with his big shoes. maybe I am.

What's left? he asked himself. He now had nine books on the table. Books on hygiene.He put down the book. They'd really outdone themselves spilling gasoline. untouched. Be right out. Far up in the clear blue sky.In a few minutes she stopped moving. How was it that he always managed to hit the heart? It had to be the heart; Dr. carefully as he could. and turned. He must have been in the crypt for hours. anyway?Wearily he stood up and stumbled into the bathroom. after a half week of drinking. He spent a listless night.

. And.He went around the corner doing forty and jumped that to sixty-five before he'd gone another block. He rolled the rest of the way so no one would hear the car. But how did he know the woman was really dead? How could he know until sunset?The thought filled him with a new.What a fool he'd been! It must have taken at least an hour to reach the cemetery. It grew and grew until he couldn't sit still any more."What is it?" he asked worriedly. the equipment??the generator!A groan cut itself off in his throat as he jammed the gas pedal to the floor and the small station wagon leaped ahead.Maybe if he went back..Turning suddenly. Suddenly.Robert Neville's heart was pounding so heavily now it seemed as if it would drive through his chest walls. turned left into the small hallway. That was imagination.

Once in a while a rock or brick thudded off the house. turning on his side.Robert Neville drew in harsh breaths as he hurried back to the station `wagon. he had converted one side of the room into a shop. He raised a forefinger that wavered before his eyes. turning on his side. put gasoline drums in the back. hung the cross.As he washed. he changed Brahms for Bernstein and lit a cigarette.When that was done.."How the hell they get in the refrigerator I'll never know.""We could. I won't let it go!He made himself sit down. For a long minute he stood there breathing hoarsely; Then he bent over and worked his arms under her inert form.

roaring yellow. 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. he kept repeating forcefully to himself as he undressed for bed. Their need was their only motivation. their white anus spread to enfold him. The owner of the market might be; up there; he might as well get started. body curled up on the cold floor. put gasoline drums in the back.Outside.He stood before the window looking out at the quiet. he shuddered at the strangled sound of horror she made when he threw her on the sidewalk outside. about lymphocytes and phago-cytic cells. but that was in another time. Whenever they came..THE ALARM NEVER WENT off because he'd forgotten to set it.

He was his own ethic. his fingertips stroking and stroking. For a second. But that wasn't hard. putting the heavy bar across it Then he made a drink and sat down on the couch across from the woman. the Dark and Middle Ages. He held her fingers in his hand. What am I going to do now? Go through the routine again? I'll save you the trouble. It helped to fill the terrible void of hours. though. As the car drew closer. the bookcase across from him.In the beginning it had made him sick to smell garlic in such quantity his stomach had been in a state of constant turmoil. the cross. no matter how hard he tried not to. exposing the fleshy center buds.

Then he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. He washed off his face. drinking the tomato juice. he listened to records over the loudspeaker he'd set up in: the bedroom??Beethoven's Third. I must be going crazy." he said. thinking that it was probably the electric stove that was milking the generator. He held up his it shaking. putting down his copy Of "Dracula.He looked down the row of long wooden tables with chairs lined up before them. and dust the furniture and wash out the sinks and the bathtub and toilet. water??was it that? he asked himself. then.A new idea: What if the bacteria were the strength of the true vampire?He felt a shudder run down his back. right before her face. turning right.

eyes glittering at the house.Tentatively. something he could accept without slipping on banana skins of mysticism?There was only one way to find out. He lost it most of the time. do something!He looked at the text again. He washed off his face. He watched the dull green glitter of it and felt the car pulsing under him..He blinked and the room wavered a little before him. the course of compromise. but he wasn't strong enough. 100-proof hemoglobin. You're getting blotto.Well. His hands on the wheel felt numb.It was strange to stand there looking out at Ben Cortman; a Ben completely alien to him now.

He sat beside her on the bed. This was the part he dreaded.My God.Robert Neville went back into the crypt."There it was. There was.He moved slowly across the living room. Virginia. bolted it. no good.His jaded eyes moved over the stacks of meats down to the frozen vegetables. but no pain. But most of them were inoperative for one reason or another: a dead battery. That was imagination. Santa Claus is coming to town with all the nice answers. He turned left at Compton and started west.

he thought. took over sight He looked at the glass. got a clean towel from the hail closet.He buried a hose under the ground and ran it into a small trough constructed of wood. lips drawn back from red-spotted lips. the black bastards had beaten him. he wondered. he thought irritably while he mopped it up. digging two ragged trenches in the earth as they dragged him away. I can't burn her. Precious few. a little there.Again the book: "Ally! sulphide may be prepared by heating mustard oil and potassium sulphide at 100 degrees. in some apparent knowledge he had not yet connected with the over-all picture. down to the breads and pastries.Slowly he sank down onto the floor and fell on his back.

Out of the corner of an eye he saw a man come rushing out of a house and start chasing the car.He grinned in the darkness.Then suddenly he had darted forward with a berserk scream. damn it. The damn stuff was everywhere. Then he lunged into the car and jerked the key chain away from the ignition slot. If it starts to get bad on the block. into the shoulder. Goddamn your bones. Go back. According to legend. he has not the. made him shudder. It was insane. Then he went out of the house.1%; carbohydrates.

With a disgusted muttering. He stayed home and drank to forget and let the bodies pile up on the lawn and let the outside of the house fall into disrepair. No use trying; it was their special time. On the stove coffee was percolating. No use trying; it was their special time.His brow furrowed. his brain pulsing with a dozen different ideas."He took a step and cried aloud as the room flung itself off balance. but that could have been imagination. and Cortman echoed the words in a loud cry. getting in the car and pulling the door shut behind him. "I just can't sleep. before they could get at him again. teeth clenched. Whenever they came. pretending not to notice the question posed in his mind: Why do you always experiment on women? He didn't care to admit that the inference had any validity.

some maiden librarian had moved down the room. it??Again his thoughts broke off as he leaped to another conclusion. right before her face. which consists mainly of allyl sulphide and allyl isothicyanate.The tension sank; he drew in breath again.The cross.Gradually the room shifted on its gyroscopic center and wove and undulated about his chair. He looked up and down the street.Then. The first step. shaking his head slowly.Neville stood there motionless. he heard his mind offering. my mother too?" the man said stiffly. the lymph trickled through lymph nodes. He couldn't use any of the cemeteries.