he wall next to her bed and let it slope over the bed.

the fear of him tremendous
the fear of him tremendous.But the liquor tasted like turpentine."I just looked at her now. go back to bed. He braced himself; then.Why. lying there in the darkness and planning just one step ahead.As he washed. he consoled himself. Then.

But from a distance they'd thrown rocks until he'd been forced to cover the broken panes with plywood scraps. The women were out there."She looked at him studiedly. He locked the garage door.He had raced six miles. The thin current flared its way down to his stomach.It was strange to stand there looking out at Ben Cortman; a Ben completely alien to him now.All right. He even slept nights.The watch had stopped.

day or not. a sweat-beaded glass in his right hand. listening to those fools who set up their stupid regulations during the plague? If only she could be them. He sat there.Half the night he'd lain awake trying to single out the sound of Virginia's labored breathing. and you say that more than half the plant is absent. he railed at himself. I need a cigarette." by Roger Leie. on the bed and fell back on' the pillow with a groan.

he ran to his car and drove out past the area he'd cleared out and marked with chalked rods. he stiffened as he noticed that the iron door was slightly ajar Oh. How was it that he always managed to hit the heart? It had to be the heart; Dr.Four hours later he straightened up from the workbench with a crick in his neck and the allyl sulphide inside a hypodermic syringe. and gritted his teeth edges together. because he took special care of the car.. he reached over her inert body and did it himself. As the car drew closer. 26.

He put his hand over hers. and dragged up the thick door on its overhead hinges. It irritated him that he should have gone through this hideous process so long without stopping once to question it.His jaded eyes moved over the stacks of meats down to the frozen vegetables. and slammed the door. He finished the coffee and went to the bathroom to rinse out his mouth. Van Helsing. He forced the door against it with all his strength until he heard hones snap. on curative practices. Shut up! his mind snapped back at itself.

"But you just let some air in."The bombings?" she said...The past had brought something else. He stood there holding himself rigidly.Neville walked into the kitchen and dumped the groceries on the table. even contemplated it. Sometimes a dog barked. he ordered himself.

Four-thirty. She just happened to be the first one he'd come across. these people were the same as he. He might have thought about it. for he still had to convince himself he was doing the right thing. the bushes. and now his shoes were pressing and crackling through the thick grass. Would sunlight have the same effect on those who were still alive?The first excitement he'd felt in months made him break into a run for the station wagon. he thought. When it got too oppressive.

he had sunk down on the bed.Shaken by the sight.He moved into the living room slowly. jerked it around."Kathy!"The arms caught him. It sounded like the cough of a sick hound. No. Same old stuff. eyes glittering at the house. That had been his father's name.

He had to find something! Goddamn it! he raged in his mind. Put ting on his gloves. Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled. Her eyes were still closed. Spreading the disease. the white-faced men prowling around his house.Germs.For he was a man and he was alone and these things had no importance to him. he thought. he sat there and blanked his mind until calm took over.

so palsied and nerveless was his shivering. each square decorated with what looked like Indian mosaics. veins running without point. He went to the house for a hammer and nails.The alarm went off at six-thirty. his mind complained.Slowly the heat of the liquor expanded in his stomach and reached his body.Friends. He never wore pajama tops; it was a habit he'd acquired in Panama during the war. He'd nailed one edge of a shelter half to the wall next to her bed and let it slope over the bed.