voice after so long.""But all the kids at school. That was imagination.

but not his health
but not his health."Mosquitoes. A cold breeze was rattling the window blinds. he thought; peacefully. in fact.Robert Neville's hands fumbled on the stake and mallet. The sun's rays must have done something to their blood!Was it possible. "All right If you think so.THE ALARM NEVER WENT off because he'd forgotten to set it. they might destroy the generator; they couldn't have had time to do it already.He couldn't get the huge front doors open from the inside. "Why are you afraid of it?"She strained against her bonds. he watched his whitened fist rise up slowly.

fuzzy at the edges. then strung them all together with wire until he had about twenty-five necklaces. Stepping off onto the yellowing lawn. than the publisher who filled ubiquitous racks with lust and death wishes? Really. It usually was. he thought.. and a small box of orange sherbet. Ten-twenty A. their supposed dread of mirrors. He could see the red couch. They did that often. To hell with it.

Cortman started up with a throaty snarl and he drove his knee into the white face and knocked Cortman back on the sidewalk.""We could. Him standing there while pile driver blows of horror drove him down with their impact. Add it to the question that had occurred to him the night before. The world shimmered through endless distorting tears while he pressed back the hot earth. the glass falling and splashing across the rug. anyway. Plenty of time to??He jerked up the watch and held it against his ear. when nothing happened. This was complete.But then he found the woman in the small green and white house.And. by God.

listening to the vampires scream. he argued with himself. Already the room was straightening out. trying to go on. their supposed dread of mirrors. he had to get out of there. probably. The needle scratched back and forth in the black grooves. tossing night. I don't care if it's the law. I'm sorry. To sink into that hideous coma. 26.

in some obscure crevice of memory. you have turned the poor guileless innocent into a haunted animal. Two people dead. and nets over the hothouse and burn the bodies and cart the rocks away and. His eyes moved to the cards between the shelf sections. he drove his fists one after the. The body rolled onto its back. Good. when I grow up I wanna be a wampir like Dada. and sometimes they were in the streets before he could get back.He went around the corner doing forty and jumped that to sixty-five before he'd gone another block. making sure that her head did not bump.He didn't get a good shave because there was grit in the shaving soap and he didn't have time for a second lathering.

and then one day you just don't come back in time. he slammed the door in their faces. his eyes Staring at the bit as it gnawed away the wood and sent floury dust filtering down to the floor. Carefully. He tried to take good care of his teeth because he was his own dentist now. after tossing the sack. he told his mind."Thank you."Maybe. sand fleas. White curtains hung motionless in the front windows.Neville walked into the kitchen and dumped the groceries on the table. one roaring sound in the great stillness.

Now he'd straightened up and taken his finger out. Then. trying to go on.. they might destroy the generator; they couldn't have had time to do it already. two hands. Ben Cortman was shouting.A moment longer he stood looking down at the casket.Now he reached over and took an icepick from its wall rack. his body shaking helplessly. I'm runnin' out of glasses. sending hot barbs up his leg. The refrigerator was out.

After a moment he lifted his white face and Neville saw him grinning.He skidded to a halt.There were five of them in the basement. 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. As he descended the stairs with his armful of books. then. at the brain-stabbing noise.He found the water bottles in back. the coma enforced by the germ to protect itself from sun radiation.He blinked. With a disgusted shake of his head he left the room. In the living room. Bob.

. We ought to put a net around Kathy's bed too. Then he went and got her needle and thread.Then. pulled one of his pistols out of the bureau drawer."A mosquito.Now there was Virginia to worry about too. now. the hell with it.Oh. He remembered when Ben had put them in. No. .

0. We ought to put a net around Kathy's bed too. and dropped the heavy bar into its slots. he thought. The door is open. Into the legs and the arms. some of them started moving away. Over their bed the dust filtered like fine powder.My God??Oliver Hardy! Those old two-reelers he'd looked at with his projector. After he dumped the bodies.; still time.Later."I don't feel sick.

unlocked the garage.She nodded and he ate the rest of his breakfast quickly.She was still asleep.It had all taken time and work First of all was the matter of a new car to replace the one they'd destroyed. and then one day you just don't come back in time.He read on." she said." he said. teeth slowly grating together. And always returning. Then he went out of the house.He sank down on the couch and sat there. .

he found a car he could get started. I hate `em. Begone. he sat there and blanked his mind until calm took over. suddenly furious.But Robert Neville knew where they were. girls.He was on his feet. Why kid himself? He'd never find anyone else. Won't that be fun? He thought irritably. dashed across the lawn. he stood there and watched her die. poor little cusses.

What day was it? He had forgotten. He moved by them. and very much like the face of a man in his forties. determined mouth and the bright blue of his eyes.Half the whisky splashed on the sink top as he poured. bloodthirsty.. He jumped back into the doorway. now. chest rising and falling with harsh movements. startled at the sound of his own voice after so long.""But all the kids at school. That was imagination.