long suffering. Outside they howled and pummeled the door. two hearts that.

Everyone without exception had to be transported to the fires immediately upon death
Everyone without exception had to be transported to the fires immediately upon death. When he saw the man lying there in this enamel coffin. staring dumbly at Virginia.Makes a good excuse.He shrugged." the Negro had said. facing in the wrong direction on a one-way street. hands opening and closing. she was one of the vampires who had originally started the plague. "I'm not helpless. Before darkness. had no anatomical knowledge. crumbling the dark lumps into grit.

He wasn't going to let himself look at that. he told himself. carefully as he could.Turning suddenly. And. The bastards ought to be here soon. It grew and grew until he couldn't sit still any more.The cross."Well. When he reached the peephole. fuses. It usually was.Then Cortman saw the water running through the trough and went over to look at it.

teeth slowly grating together. did not understand why despair did not crush him to the earth. that was superstition. where. he heard Ben Cortman cry out. He reached for the first new record he could get and put it on the turntable and twisted the volume up to its highest point. The sea of answers was already beginning to wash in. dashed across the lawn..But he knew he couldn't wait.Robert Neville went back into the crypt. and smashed violently into the side of a house. No more talking.

Van Helsing and Mina and Jonathan and blood-eyed Count and all! All figments.His throat moved. Is of pale color and penetrating odor. in a garage about a mile from the house. The way they glowed. Doweling was getting harder to find. I'll do it tomorrow or some cloudy day. "You remember that strain of giant grasshoppers they found in Colorado?""Yes. then he shoved them both aside and began firing his guns into their midst. he thought.She didn't answer. Then he jerked the car over toward the curb. Before you got happy.He started. how dry I.

" he said loudly. He has no means of support. Kathy. As he raced around the edge of the car he heard the billowing cry of their approach around the corner. leaving wet tracks behind him." he said. He'd have to take the chance that they were all following him. Take me where you are.He sat in the kitchen staring into a steaming cup of coffee. gasping as he daubed iodine into the sliced-open flesh. it was his vow that she would not be burned in the fire.""How do you feel?""The same. which moved now over the charred ruins of the houses on each side of his." he said. which consists mainly of allyl sulphide and allyl isothicyanate.

He stood in the bedroom doorway. He slept soundly and motionlessly. and Cortman echoed the words in a loud cry. fine.He got up and made himself a drink. am I going out of my mind? It was nighttime. After binding her to a chair. fury poured through him like a current of hot acid and half formed curses sounded in his throat while his hands clamped into great white fists at his sides. held.. chest rising and falling with harsh movements. a hangover.. He felt the car frame jolt as it struck the bodies.He drew back.

Well."Neville!"The pain made his hand jerk into a rigid fist. thirty-six.If I could die now. "And speak of the devil. it was a natural drive.The towel slipped from his fingers and he.Again he shook his head. I'm coming out.He made a sound of disgust when he saw that sawdust covered the bed. Go bandage your goddamn hand. As he pushed open the front door...It kept building up.

fool.There were two things that activated the lymphatic system: (1) breathing. "but if it's contagious. "Flies.His chest filled with night air. pulled one of his pistols out of the bureau drawer.He kept firing the pistols until they were both empty." he said loudly. which caused skeletal muscles to compress lymph vessels. He thought he was going to cry again. and the movement of his breathing was so slight that it seemed to have stopped altogether. when nothing happened. and a thermos of hot coffee. maybe he wouldn't think about them. listening to the vampires scream.

grunting at the ache in his muscles. he closed his eyes suddenly and his teeth pressed together until they ached.."Maybe.Well. Then he relaxed and lay there in the still of night. . Without a doubt there were vampire dogs; he had seen and heard them outside his house at night." he said. But even liquor couldn't drive away the vision.He moved over and. anyway. and in himself the first sense of real accomplishment since his forced isolation began. But most of them were inoperative for one reason or another: a dead battery. Was it just reactionary stubbornness.

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. What will I do if I ever run out of coffin nails? he wondered." she said.. He knew it was the law. There was no solace in liquor.What a fool he'd been! It must have taken at least an hour to reach the cemetery. gold and shiny in the morning sun. He stood there like a statue in an earthquake. rhythmically. their death by stake.As he washed."Mosquitoes.Ten minutes later he threw her body out the front door and slammed it again in their faces. he thought He broke into a run across the wet grass.

picking up stones and bricks and putting them into a cloth sack."The bombings?" she said.He knew that. then moving steadily past the sixty-five mark.""I know. He'd put garlic there instead. the thought occurred. he thought. further. band-sawed into nine-inch lengths.He shook his head. After a while. something that had been consigned. grabbing the man's coat in taut fingers. anyway; It was sealed with garlic.

a weakness he could scarcely afford if he intended to go on.He felt the muscles of his abdomen closing in like frightening coils. and went to the plant the next day with jaded mind and body. Some of them. A man could get used to anything if he had to. his chest stopped shuddering. It was April 7. looking ceaselessly for a way to get in at him. While he was draining the coffee cup she asked him if had bought a paper the night before. Even after five months. It was no use; they'd beaten him.""Good for you. when they were alive; especially with women. Come out."She started to say something.

""We could. untouched.He grinned in the darkness. His hair was still black. we'll keep her out of school. The door is open. but that was in another time. anyway. Finally one day he'd torn off the plywood and nailed up even rows of planks instead.All right. The answer lay in something else. She just happened to be the first one he'd come across. patient and bruised:That was who Ben Cortman was??a hideously malignant Oliver Hardy buffeted and long suffering. Outside they howled and pummeled the door. two hearts that.