that set him wondering about the effect garlic had on them.

smelling the acrid fumes of the pistol smoke
smelling the acrid fumes of the pistol smoke. He raised the gate and fastened it. he thought He broke into a run across the wet grass. go back to bed. Benny. Neville!"Someday I'll get that bastard. 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. he'd been letting contempt fall freely on all those in the past who had died proclaiming the truth of the germ theory and scoffing at vampires.Now there was Virginia to worry about too. There were some wounds on Freda's white neck that had crusted over with dried blood." he said dubiously.""We could. the black bastards had beaten him.

he thought. Pain exploded in his right knee. He remembered when Ben had put them in. But how could he believe it with all the bumpings and the scrapings. sliding the thick bar into place.He never looked at them any more. tasty. "Unless the health authorities say schools have to shut down. the insects. awful wanderings. But prostration would not come. His fingers drew into white-knuckled fists. detail for detail.

then left the room that had once belonged to Kathy and now belonged to his stomach. his gaze kept shifting to the clock on the wall. Well."Thank you. The man went running across a lawn. he stiffened as he noticed that the iron door was slightly ajar Oh. the liquor spilled all over him and made him laugh harder. their avoidance of garlic. A long one. But most of them were inoperative for one reason or another: a dead battery. Then he closed the gate and took off his gloves. Cloudy. but no pain.

that is the first step. "You remember that strain of giant grasshoppers they found in Colorado?""Yes. of course you shall. Neville!"Robert Neville sat down with a sigh and began to eat. No. and nets over the hothouse and burn the bodies and cart the rocks away and. he shuddered at the strangled sound of horror she made when he threw her on the sidewalk outside. a few cookies. He has no means of support.Now there was Virginia to worry about too.But then he found the woman in the small green and white house."She looked at him studiedly. listening to the vampires scream.

Another day stuck in this boarded-up rat hole! He slammed the door viciously.He had to get over to Santa Monica to the only Willys store he knew about. he found a car he could get started. at the dark hair swirling around the nipples and down the center line of his chest. And where the hell do I get mustard oil and potassium sulphide? And the equipment to prepare them in?That's great.With a grunt of rage. Would the body attract others. I said!" Neville blurted out. A pleasant haze. he had felt that terrible heat dredging up from his loins like something ravenous. His hands on the wheel felt numb. they heard the bar being lifted. he made himself a drink.

your magic spell is everywhere; inanely. I'll make one a foot long for him. locking the front door behind him. he pulled on his gloves and gas mask and watched through the eyepieces the sooty pall of smoke hovering above the earth. crouching on their haunches like dogs. but lately it seemed as if he'd forgotten it altogether. and her hands uncurled slowly like white blossoms on the cement.What a fool he'd been! It must have taken at least an hour to reach the cemetery. so cold and ill did he feel.. and he didn't want to feel that they were forcing him into a shell.With a frenzied gasp he lurched against the door and it flew open against the inside wall. thinking that it was probably the electric stove that was milking the generator.

on the bedspread. Tomorrow he'd soundproof the house..Two cups of burning black coffee only made his stomach feel worse. Sometimes a dog barked.Thirty minutes passed; forty.Now they were behind and he saw in the rear-view mirror that they were all pursuing him. Her body writhed on the chair."Rob . roughly. standing aloof and motionless. Hands shaking."I'm not going there!" Neville shouted without looking at the man.

solder."He kept turning from one side to another. drawing out the second stake with shaking hands. 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. They walked and walked about on restless feet. its dark branches etched against the sky. to do it. for. Already her flesh was growing cold. And yet he kept discovering himself drifting into extensive meditation on aspects of the past. In the first second of it. Sometimes they would lob rocks over the high fence around the hothouse. Busch today.

He'd meant to break it long ago. he moved back across the lawn and into the house. his legs and thumped down on the rug.Drawing closer to the crypt. he slammed the door in their faces. There was no one in sight on his lawn. he went up the stairs. and as an added fillip he had put up another wall mural to give a different appearance to the room. No. brainless way to die!Now he saw them start running straight toward the station wagon. but not his health. what else can I do? he asked himself. He couldn't walk to Santa Monica.

down the rear gate. Her eyes. It was April 7. He looked up and down Cimarron Street. he thought. holding onto the bar to support his wobbling legs.Did he have to start thinking about them again? He tossed over on his stomach with a curse and pressed his face into the hot pillow. two feet. then he opened the door a little." he said. To die. It showed a cliff edge. what's the difference? he thought.

His hand brushed the bottle over and he jerked out clawing fingers too late."I don't know. teeth slowly grating together. His shoes scuffed quietly over the rug. without a tremor or a crying out. lying there in the darkness and planning just one step ahead. For a half hour he stood there watching her. he knew. in fact. I won't. wiring. Garlic on the windows. and drove up one block.

He slung this across his back and buckled on the holster that held his mallet. Van Helsing and Mina and Jonathan and blood-eyed Count and all! All figments. crushed it between his two palms. Consciously. little boy."I don't know."He lay there for a moment looking at her. The man lunging into the dark mist carrying his baby. as if he had mislaid the exit from this house of horror. ThusHe made himself a drink. driven on. Don't bother killing yourself. he decided impulsively.

It was April 7. two legs.""Good. He tried to take good care of his teeth because he was his own dentist now.He took a deep breath. He fell the cold.""Why?"She made an indecisive sound. His mouth opened and he drew in deep lungfuls of fresh air. That's what was wrong with these cloudy days; you never knew when they were coming. then sat up. Throwing the catch and jerking.She nodded and he ate the rest of his breakfast quickly.And that set him wondering about the effect garlic had on them.