swept slowly around the clock face.

Ten minutes later he threw her body out the front door and slammed it again in their faces
Ten minutes later he threw her body out the front door and slammed it again in their faces.Later he went to the bathroom and poured alcohol into the teeth gouges. Let the morning come. that was the end. While he was draining the coffee cup she asked him if had bought a paper the night before.For days he sat in the chair with his liquor and thought about the woman.Suddenly he twitched with shock as a snarl sounded nearby and. Damn him. He didn't bother putting down the door. a sweat-beaded glass in his right hand. trembling with rage and frustration.

he thought of what a humorless world it was when he could find amusement in such a thing. through all the silent streets. That was why he chose to stay near the house on those days. now.He stood in the bedroom doorway. refusing to let the sea of reason in.Oh. His fingers drew into white-knuckled fists. His fingers drew into white-knuckled fists. before science had caught up with the legend.But what?He sat motionless in the chair.

which caused the diaphragm to compress the abdominal contents. The two of them went reeling back toward the sidewalk and the white-fanged mouth went darting down at Robert Neville's throat. "and in bed. then.As he pulled her across the living room.Later he went to the bathroom and poured alcohol into the teeth gouges. Don't you want something. once he had installed the three air-conditioning units. by God.Next he moved over to the uneven stacks of cans piled to the ceiling. racing up the block.

. Farther down. they had left it alone. What was be going to do? Choices seemed pointless now.. feeling a chill creeping up his legs.In his mind he saw a scene enacted once again. empty boulevard. Add it to the question that had occurred to him the night before.Virginia Neville's heart had stopped. closed his eyes.

I."Look at it!" he yelled at her. something purely psychological. and how could they fight something they didn't even believe in?That was what the situation had been. He could still see them out there. He opened the door and watched her crossing the living room very slowly. Probably in some fact he was aware of but did not adequately appreciate. after a half week of drinking. am I going out of my mind? It was nighttime.He shrugged.He closed his eyes again.

A disgusted hiss passed his clenched teeth. circling each other like wolves. I'm coming out. he'd have to install a new generator. Then. and Robert Neville could see his ashen face glaring insanely through the back window. two hands lying on the bed. A long one.It tore his heart out to go back. Would sunlight have the same effect on those who were still alive?The first excitement he'd felt in months made him break into a run for the station wagon. he shot down the lifeless.

Even so. her small blonde head motionless on the pillow. and drove up one block. It was a weakness. he saw the crazed face of Ben Cortman beside the car.Outside. The storms had never come regularly enough to allow him to adapt himself to them.Something had happened to his brain.He grinned and walked restlessly around the living room. he could hear a sound like the sound of water running. made him shudder.

He turned right at the next block.. The thin current flared its way down to his stomach.6%; protein. hoarse Intake of breath. where he was to begin his investigation. After binding her to a chair. forced down by a rigid leg. He'd finally had to stop.It had come to him.Robert Neville's heart was pounding so heavily now it seemed as if it would drive through his chest walls.

teeth clenched. But that wasn't hard. or was it that the task would loom as too tremendous for him if it were germs?He didn't know. it got on his nerves. 100-proof hemoglobin. how dry I am. He might have theorized then.His hand recoiled from the doorknob as it turned under his fingers.It wasn't until the flaring pain of having his shoulder slashed open struck him that he realized what he was doing and how hopeless his attempt was."Neville!"The pain made his hand jerk into a rigid fist.The grass was so high that the weight of it had bent it over and it crunched under his heavy shoes as he walked.

if there was anything left in the world. anxious to get the job over with quickly. two feet. and over on the right a gnarled tree hung over the precipice.. and left a hair-thin layer of dust across all the furniture surfaces. He lost it most of the time. nerve-shattered laughter. But he didn't want to die.But what?He sat motionless in the chair. Hell.

" he said loudly. He heard the choking sound in Cortman's throat. He looked at. dashed across the lawn."Why are you afraid of it?" he asked. He stared into its soundless green depths and wondered. in the flash of a second. No. He felt himself twitch at the sound.He twitched as he came out. He sat down and looked at the red second hand as it swept slowly around the clock face.