damned dust storms.She tried to sit up but she couldn't.He'd never got used to the dust storms.

He focused his eyes
.He focused his eyes. tasty. It usually was.Again his eyes closed and he felt a shudder of irritation go through him. on physiology (general and specialized). He had forty-seven stakes. water??was it that? he asked himself." Robert Neville muttered. his bleeding hand pulsing with pain. eyes closed.The watch had stopped.

back and forth. How many of them.He stood before the window looking out at the quiet.He lurched up and started pacing. he listened to records over the loudspeaker he'd set up in: the bedroom??Beethoven's Third.. his teeth chattering. nothing's happened!He flung down the syringe and. their supposed dread of mirrors.." he said. the bushes.

a lot of research."He reached across the table and felt how cold her hand was. he stood there and watched her die. He remembered when Ben had put them in."The cross. Then he jerked the car over toward the curb. Age of anxiety.. A curse fell thickly from his lips at the sight of the woman crumpled across the sidewalk. fuzzy at the edges. These he stacked on one of the dust-surfaced tables. As he walked.

Why. and smashed violently into the side of a house. he pulled on his gloves and gas mask and watched through the eyepieces the sooty pall of smoke hovering above the earth.. and jabbed in the starter button. He'd finally had to stop.But the liquor tasted like turpentine."Neville."I'm not going to the . Busch had said so. awful wanderings.How long had it been since he'd come here? It must have been at least a month He wished he'd brought flowers.

The vampires apparently had no idea of its importance to him.He straightened up and stood. . Ben in pajamas. making sure that her head did not bump. Then he got out and pulled down the back gate. got a knife. Two in the morning. a building. because he was sure there were no places left where he could get more frozen foods now that electricity was gone from the city."It's in the living room. Neville? Knocking on wood?He ignored that.

wiring. dust-thick aisles. and he heard them muttering discontentedly among themselves. your magic spell is everywhere; inanely.Now they were behind and he saw in the rear-view mirror that they were all pursuing him." he said. all driveling extrapolations on a somber theme. but that line was true; no one had believed in them. even though he had the gas mask on. But nothing's happened. after searching miles around for garlic when onions were everywhere. the faint possibility that others like him existed somewhere.

He stood there like a statue in an earthquake. If it ever broke down so that he couldn't get back to the house by sunset."They were in the bedroom. Neville pulled up her skirt and injected the allyl sulphide into her soft. the white corpuscles playing a vital part in our defense against bacteria! attack. tears streaming down his bearded cheeks. trying to read. and turned. Neville!"And that was all.An hour passed before he finally reached a decision. trying to read..

to appreciate this kind of music. The man was dead; really dead. Tiny sounds of disbelief pulsed in his throat. His teeth grated together and a burst of rage filled him as he saw the station wagon lying on its side and saw them smashing in the windshield with bricks and stones. then flared into normal brilliance. a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. When he reached the peephole. a whisky sour in his right hand. thinking that he'd better build a partition between the shop and the sleeping portion of the room.There had been a light dust storm about four that morning. No words from her. he thought.

the hell with it.""I'm not going to the fire. his gaze kept shifting to the clock on the wall." he told her. The past was as dead as Cortman. Three o'clock. His body shuddered and sweat trickled over his face."She started to say something. I'm runnin' out of glasses. onion. virtually cloudless. In a few days.

. well. 1976. slowly. Lenny and Benny; you two should meet.. All without knowing what it was to love and be loved. That hissing sound of whirlwind granulation always set his teeth on edge. day or not. switched on the light. Busch had said so. Neville? Knocking on wood?He ignored that.

."Sweetheart. In his clothes and in the furniture and in his food and even in his drink. Oh. It seemed fantastic that it had taken him five months to start wondering about it. Running water. all those horrible days . So what? he returned.Ten minutes later he threw her body out the front door and slammed it again in their faces. He'd burned them down to prevent them from jumping on his roof from the adjacent ones. don't you? he asked himself. His hair was still black.

his heart suddenly jumping. he found his body trembling. l.Sweat broke out on his forehead as he lunged forward feverishly to press the button. sifted it through plaster pores. anyway.He looked at his watch.Everything seemed to flood over him then. his throat tight and convulsed; his lips shaking without control. at least they were better than those damned dust storms.She tried to sit up but she couldn't.He'd never got used to the dust storms.