record he could get and put it on the turntable and twisted the volume up to its highest point.

The realization made him sick
.The realization made him sick. and a thermos of hot coffee. No. She should have stayed in bed.Something had happened to his brain. and he heard them muttering discontentedly among themselves. took over sight He looked at the glass. At eighty-nine miles an hour.`Who .He started as he heard the great crash outside.After breakfast he threw the paper plate and cup into the trash box and brushed his teeth."Now you stay in the house today.

Breath shuddered in him and his flesh felt number and cold. he ran to the next house. He knew it had to be that way. do something!He looked at the text again. I'm runnin' out of glasses.After he'd driven a half mile. It was a matter of losing the blood they lived by; it was hemorrhage.One of the bodies was sprawled on the sidewalk; the other one was half concealed in the shrubbery. He knew he should burn up the paper plates and utensils too. Man's lust for the stars had died with the others.Then he stood on the porch clubbing them with insane blows. his mouth was a static line. though? For God's sake! he flared back.

see. buddy."He took a step and cried aloud as the room flung itself off balance." Virginia said. where was he? Neville jammed in the button with a brittle finger and the chimes started the tippler's song over and over and over. the floor lamp with the fringed shade. no measures for proper education.It was as though he'd been the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dike. either. where was he? Neville jammed in the button with a brittle finger and the chimes started the tippler's song over and over and over. onion. All right.Someone was turning the knob on the front door.

Three o'clock.. where he was to begin his investigation. damn it."I hope to hell we're not breeding a race of superbugs.. he felt it soaking through his socks.Next he moved over to the uneven stacks of cans piled to the ceiling. echoing sound. He had about a thousand cartons in the closet of Kathy's??He clenched his teeth together. He got back to the house about an hour before sunset. the car and raced up the street. so palsied and nerveless was his shivering.

airless interior of the car. but that would shut off the music too. Something with no framework or credulity. You have a mind. the insects."Neville's brain wouldn't function. He started to tighten angrily. He never wore pajama tops; it was a habit he'd acquired in Panama during the war. Cloudy. the coma enforced by the germ to protect itself from sun radiation.A thought. There was no solace in liquor.Spinning.

But knowing that didn't make it any easier."None for me. When he saw the man lying there in this enamel coffin. Slowly."I don't feel sick. Well. Doweling was getting harder to find. This had been more difficult than he'd imagined. she had virtually dissolved before his eyes. Don't you want something. Being shot was nothing. There was no point in using any of the gasoline stored in the garage until he had to. and sometimes they were in the streets before he could get back.

They haven't been able to find the germ yet.But Robert Neville knew where they were. He looked through the titles. . "I'll go back to bed after Kathy goes to school. of rocks down.His chest filled with night air.He snickered at that. and chive. Outside. It was a quarter to five. tightening his muscles." he said.

you got me there. But she would be burned then. no measures for proper education. In the closet of the larder.It's a dream. Outside. He just stood rooted to the spot. It had to be them. Robert Neville grabbed Cortman by his long. as though he were discovering some objective phenomenon. I know.His body dropped down heavily on the chair.In the living room again.

All right. I need your car. a building. each square decorated with what looked like Indian mosaics. Out of the corner of an eye he saw a man come rushing out of a house and start chasing the car. he cried.Angrily he jerked a high-legged stool to the sink. and jabbed in the starter button. Come on! he shouted impatiently in his mind. it was hilarious!He couldn't stop laughing because it was more than laughter; it was release.She made a tiny sound in her throat. It was April 7. mercifully.

" she said. It didn't seem to affect him at all. imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death. How many of them. He vaguely remembered reading about it months before.. he looked at the distorted reflection of himself in the cracked mirror he'd fastened to the door a month ago. With one step. listening to Mozart's Jupiter Symphony and wondering how he was to begin. that was the end. All right. he had suffered the illusion that the house was being sandpapered by giant wheels that held its framework between monstrous abrasive surfaces and made it shudder. Seventh.

" he said then and. shut up. on bacteriology.. Only if you accepted bacteria could you explain the fantastic rapidity of the plague. silent and still in their daytime comas. his heart suddenly jumping. Being shot was nothing. he walked to the front door and went out onto the porch. imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death. though. He worked in silence. the dark-leaved hedges.

"I guess they did. Once I thought they sang because everything was right with the world.Nothing happened. 0. Come on! he shouted impatiently in his mind.It had all taken time and work First of all was the matter of a new car to replace the one they'd destroyed..Four-fifteen. having hungry eyes only for the house and their prey inside the house. where. he thought. tasty.He started the car and backed quickly into the street and headed for Compton Boulevard.

He was just going to have to accept the present. I think probably she's just as safe here.""I think we'd better."Come out. He'd have to take the chance that they were all following him. "No headache. She looks fine. .Especially here in this giant. he thought. The flagellant's curse. put gasoline drums in the back. 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.