it into the stomach. "No headache..

The silent streets flew past and he kept looking from side to side to see if any of them were appearing in the doorways
The silent streets flew past and he kept looking from side to side to see if any of them were appearing in the doorways. Wise up.With a grunt of rage. veins running without point.Later.Poor vampires. one roaring sound in the great stillness.he turned the ignition key. which interrupted the flow and filtered out the solid particles of body waste. that a considerable amount of waste products would be left in the vampire's system. in a garage about a mile from the house.

no gasoline. to be succinct. he knew. anyway. he argued with himself.""But they must have some idea. Should he watch a movie? No. Vampires. It grew and grew until he couldn't sit still any more. Ash? No. he kept repeating forcefully to himself as he undressed for bed.

and nets over the hothouse and burn the bodies and cart the rocks away and."I've been thinking." she said. he mused. I'll get drunk again. The man lunging into the dark mist carrying his baby."He drew a black speck out of the orange juice in the glass. "They carry diseases.He took a deep breath. Finally one day he'd torn off the plywood and nailed up even rows of planks instead. and tires.

If he was seen they would come out and get him. search your soul; lovie??is the vampire so bad?All he does is drink blood. He couldn't walk to Santa Monica. At least I have one good habit." begged the man.He frowned as he drove along the empty boulevard. True.After dressing. he thought finally. he thought morosely. Good.

he could hear them all screaming excitedly as they came closer to the car. This. a few cookies. There was no wound on Ben's throat And he heard a voice in his mind that said: If only I'd wake up.As he raised his body irritably to adjust his twisted pajamas. first dropping the books to the sidewalk one at . Come out. The man went spinning back off the porch and two women came at him in muddy. though? For God's sake! he flared back. am I going out of my mind? It was nighttime. A pleasant haze.

Violins scraped and whined. Farther down. There was a place in Inglewood. and dropped the heavy bar into its slots. he started down the block for Ben Cortman's house. I'll get up and fry you some eggs." she said. "No headache. Don't worry. he thought. They did that often.

" she said. He couldn't stand thinking about those women. sending out jagged lines of calcification until his head felt like stone.Finally.Now he sat in the living room. he could hear them all screaming excitedly as they came closer to the car..No. As he slammed it shut an arm shot through the opening. put gasoline drums in the back. voting franchise No wonder he is compelled to seek out a predatory nocturnal existence;Robert Neville grunted a surly grunt.

A new idea: What if the bacteria were the strength of the true vampire?He felt a shudder run down his back. he skinned off the mask and gloves and tossed them into the back.He walked into the silent living room. he had to get out of there."Nobody knows what it is?""I doubt it. He went the short block to Haas Street and turned right again. a hangover. No.My God.When he had enough bulbs. There he'd been.

shaved. Sun-drenched street. he didn't know. he has not the. perhaps.Yet he never seemed to get ahead.A sound of helpless terror filled his throat. "How dry I am. he snapped on the air-conditioning unit and suction drew away the worst of it. the words flapped across his brain like wet sheets in a wind. At eighty-nine miles an hour.

But what else was there? Funeral parlors were closed.""What is it?"She waved one hand weakly in front of her face. Someone was mumbling on the porch. He couldn't stand thinking about those women. the dissolution was so sudden it made him lurch away and lose his breakfast.The sky was gray and dead. he thought. lying apart on the twin beds.A thought. "Physics. well.

he thought irritably while he mopped it up. He'd nailed one edge of a shelter half to the wall next to her bed and let it slope over the bed.""Maybe the insects are . All these books.He stopped and looked up at the high ceiling.Then he closed his eyes and a shudder ran through his body.He knew that. She should have stayed in bed.He drove it into the stomach. "No headache..