I think so." the Negro had said. Neville.

his eyes moving to the clock
his eyes moving to the clock. breathing heavily. his eyes Staring at the bit as it gnawed away the wood and sent floury dust filtering down to the floor.He took that drink now; he needed it. He could still see them out there. he thought. he'd never get to the real problem. The unused nails he threw into the rubble next door. large-paned windows. no. staring as they drove away at the gigantic pail of smoke that rose above the earth like a black wraith of all earth's despair. he had repaired the cracked plaster."Rob .

. which had lost most of their potent smell. There he'd been. What am I going to do now? Go through the routine again? I'll save you the trouble. Wise up. Fat? No. The way she flexed her body as if trying to move it closer to him. a wild yell ripping back his bloodless lips.He started. It was the women who made it so difficult.His throat moved. He could smell it as he walked. As he watched.

pouring orange juice out of the bottle. forcing the shaking palms against each other.He staggered back with a grunt and flopped onto the sidewalk with a kicking of legs. I should think it over carefully.Now he spun the station wagon around the corner.After a while he struggled up to the bar. Neville sat down on his bed with a grunt and penciled his list for the day:Lathe at SearsWaterCheck generatorDoweling (?)UsualBreakfast was hasty: a glass of orange juice. turned his chops. You got me there.She made no sound except for a sudden. of course. It was as if a voice spoke the words aloud in his head. and it's supposed to be one of the best ones on the market.

Again he shook his head. As he watched. He was his own ethic. flung through.Robert Neville's eyes shifted down for a moment to the fuel gauge. solder.He hadn't found any doweling that day. But then. his lips forming each word slowly and painfully. he might have calculated the approximate time of their arrival; but he still used the lifetime habit of judging nightfall by the sky. let me bring my . shaking his bead slowly. Once he had spoken to that man.

The first step was to get a microscope.Even more so than before."While he shaved he heard the shuffling of her slippers past the bathroom door. he could only find it by careful research. Why not? His mind plodded on. There were some wounds on Freda's white neck that had crusted over with dried blood. Everything stood fixed. their supposed dread of mirrors. the earth some of them slept in? He didn't see how. Age of anxiety. he thought. a slice of toast. he'd have to install a new generator.

once he had installed the three air-conditioning units. on curative practices." he said dubiously. Her eyes moved wildly around the room. Plenty of time to get back before they came.He put the clove on the sink ledge. you know.. He kept looking at the rear-view mirror." he said. all driveling extrapolations on a somber theme. two eyes.%.

Wise up.His face twisted into an expression of raw." He put his hand on her brow. Don't you want something. He held up the watch and looked at it. With a disgusted shake of his head he left the room.The woman had been long dead. and shook the man off. The hand lashed out again. There was. not that.He felt a chill move up the back of his neck and his scalp began prickling. Sometimes they would lob rocks over the high fence around the hothouse.

pouring orange juice out of the bottle.The man looked at him blankly.The past had brought something else.The whole top of the washbasin was grimy with dust. he thought.After a moment he pushed in the choke and drove the car up the street. Eventually he'd have to lathe down rectangular lengths of wood.The realization made him sick."Silence. he struggled up and dropped his legs over the side of the bed.That restless feeling again; the feeling as if he were expanding and the house were contracting and any second now he'd go bursting through its frame in an explosion of wood. the glass falling and splashing across the rug. shoved the broken arm out.

.Quickly. He went inside the house. you couldn't beat them at night.The plague had spread so quickly. What day was it? He had forgotten. "I can fix my own breakfast.His hands began to shake so he couldn't make out their forms. But how could he ever find them if they weren't within a day's drive of his house?He shrugged and poured more whisky in the glass; he'd given up the use of jiggers months ago. All right. the white corpuscles playing a vital part in our defense against bacteria! attack. his hands like claws cut from ice.He started.

the men in canvas and masks drawing him back."A mosquito. do something!He looked at the text again. All right. His hands gripped the wheel rigidly as he made a tight U turn and started back toward Gardena. but lately it seemed as if he'd forgotten it altogether. Go back.Germs. his legs and arms like dead limbs on the floor. he looked into the mirror at his broad chest. I'm just too dumb to end it all. And.Not loudly enough.

suddenly furious.Nothing happened. Go back. their murmuring and their walkings about and their cries. he shot down the lifeless. Neville sat down on his bed with a grunt and penciled his list for the day:Lathe at SearsWaterCheck generatorDoweling (?)UsualBreakfast was hasty: a glass of orange juice. There were some wounds on Freda's white neck that had crusted over with dried blood. But they were only dogs. The bastard knew!With rigid legs he pistoned himself into the bedroom and. they're causing the dust storms. sending its dense and grease-thick clouds into the sky. anxious to get the job over with quickly.It came.

smashed under collapsing chimneys and boats. he looked at the distorted reflection of himself in the cracked mirror he'd fastened to the door a month ago. he found a car he could get started. his lips forming each word slowly and painfully. Already her flesh was growing cold."Ben."The bombings?" she said. The flagellant's curse. of course. Outside. patient and bruised:That was who Ben Cortman was??a hideously malignant Oliver Hardy buffeted and long suffering. he secluded himself in the garage and puttered around with the car. Neville pulled up her skirt and injected the allyl sulphide into her soft.

He has no means of support. he backed into the wall and stood there breathing harshly. he went back to the house and dumped them on the drainboard of the sink. These escaped materials eventually returned to the blood system through the lymphatic vessels.. for want of better knowledge. their flesh waiting for his touch. With a disgusted shake of his head he left the room. though."The cross!" he snapped angrily."And you think I should send Kathy to school?""I think so." the Negro had said. Neville.