THE ALARM WENT OFF at five-thirty and Robert Neville reached out a numbed1 arm in the morning gloom and pushed in the stop.
He reached for his cigarettes and lit one, then sat up. After a few moments he got up and walked into the dark living room and opened the peephole door.
Outside, on the lawn, the dark figures stood like silent soldiers on duty. As he watched, some of them started moving away, and he heard them muttering discontentedly among themselves. Another night was ended.
He went back to the bedroom, switched on the light, and dressed. As he was pulling on his shirt, he heard Ben Cortman cry out, "Come out, Neville!"
And that was all. After that, they all went away weaker, he knew, than when they had come. Unless they had attacked one of their own. They did that often. There was no union among them. Their need was their only motivation.
After dressing2, Neville sat down on his bed with a grunt3 and penciled his list for the day:
Water
Doweling (?)
Usual
Breakfast was hasty: a glass of orange juice, a slice of toast, and two cups of coffee. He finished it quickly, wishing he had the patience to eat slowly.
After breakfast he threw the paper plate and cup into the trash box and brushed his teeth. At least I have one good habit, he consoled himself.
The first thing he did when he went outside was look at the sky. It was clear, virtually cloudless. He could go, out today. Good.
As he crossed the porch, his shoe kicked some pieces of the mirror. Well, the damn thing broke just as I thought it would, he thought. He'd clean it up later.
One of the bodies was sprawled6 on the sidewalk; the other one was half concealed7 in the shrubbery. They were both women. They were almost always women.
He unlocked the garage door and backed his Willys station wagon8 into the early-morning crispness. Then he got out and pulled down the back gate. He put on heavy gloves and walked over to the woman on the sidewalk.
There was certainly nothing attractive about them in the daylight, he thought, as he dragged them across the lawn and threw them up on the canvas tarpaulin9. There wasn't a drop left in them; both women were the color of fish out of water. He raised the gate and fastened it.
He went around the lawn then, picking up stones and bricks and putting them into a cloth sack. He put the sack in the station wagon and then took off his gloves. He went inside the house, washed his hands, and made lunch: two sandwiches, a few cookies, and a thermos10 of hot coffee.
When that was done, he went into the bedroom and got his bag of stakes. He slung11 this across his back and buckled12 on the holster that held his mallet13. Then he went out of the house, locking the front door behind him.
He wouldn't bother searching for Ben Cortman that morning; there were too many other things to do. For a second, he thought about the soundproofing job he'd resolved to do on the house. Well, the hell with it, he thought. I'll do it tomorrow or some cloudy day.
He got into the station wagon and checked his list. "Lathe at Sears"; that was first. After he dumped the bodies, of course.
He started the car and backed quickly into the street and headed for Compton Boulevard. There he turned right and headed east. On both sides of him the houses stood silent, and against the curbs14 cars were parked, empty and dead.
Robert Neville's eyes shifted down for a moment to the fuel gauge15. There was still a half tank, but he might as well stop on Western Avenue and fill it. There was no point in using any of the gasoline stored in the garage until he had to.
He pulled into the silent station and braked. He got a barrel of gasoline and siphoned it into his tank until the pale amber16 fluid came gushing17 out of the tank opening and ran down onto the cement.
He checked the oil, water, battery water, and tires. Everything was in good condition. It usually was, because he took special care of the car. If it ever broke down so that he couldn't get back to the house by sunset.
Well, there was no point in even worrying about that. If it ever happened, that was the end.
Now he continued up Compton Boulevard past the tall oil derricks, through Compton, through all the silent streets. There was no one to be seen anywhere.
But Robert Neville knew where they were.
The fire was always burning. As the car drew closer, he pulled on his gloves and gas mask and watched through the eyepieces the sooty pall18 of smoke hovering19 above the earth. The entire field had been excavated20 into one gigantic pit, that was in June 1975.
Neville parked the car and jumped out, anxious to get the job over with quickly. Throwing the catch and jerking. down the rear gate, he pulled out one of the bodies and dragged it to the edge of the pit. There he stood it on its feet and shoved.
The body bumped and rolled down the steep incline until it settled on the great pile of smoldering21 ashes at the bottom.
Robert Neville drew in harsh breaths as he hurried back to the station `wagon. He always felt as though he were strangling when he was here, even though he had the gas mask on.
Now he dragged the second body to the brink22 of the pit and pushed it over. Then, after tossing the sack, of rocks down, he hurried back to the car and sped away.
After he'd driven a half mile, he skinned off the mask and gloves and tossed them into the back. His mouth opened and he drew in deep lungfuls of fresh air. He took the flask23 from the glove compartment24 and took a long drink of burning whisky. Then he lit a cigarette and inhaled25 deeply. Sometimes he had to go to the burning pit every day for weeks at a time, and it always made him sick.
Somewhere down there was Kathy.
On the way to Inglewood he stopped at a market to get some bottled water...
As he entered the silent store, the smell of rotted food filled his nostrils26. Quickly he. pushed a metal wagon up and down the silent, dust-thick aisles27, the heavy smell of decay setting his teeth on edge, making him breathe through his mouth.
He found the water bottles in back, and also found a door opening on a flight of stairs. After putting all the bottles into the wagon, he went up the stairs, The owner of the market might be; up there; he might as well get started.
There were two of them. In the living room, lying on a couch, was a woman about thirty years old, wearing a red housecoat. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she lay there, eyes closed, her hands clasped over her stomach.
Robert Neville's hands fumbled28 on the stake and mallet.. It was always hard, when they were alive; especially with women. He could feel. that senseless demand returning again, tightening29 his muscles. He forced it down. It was insane, there was no rational argument for it.
She made no sound except for a sudden, hoarse30 Intake31 of breath. As he walked into the bedroom, he could hear a sound like the sound of water running. Well, what else can I do? he asked himself, for he still had to convince himself he was doing the right thing.
He stood in the bedroom doorway32, staring at the small bed by the window, his throat moving, breath shuddering33 in his chest. Then, driven on, he walked to the side of the bed and looked down at her.
Why do they all look like Kathy to me? He thought, drawing out the second stake with shaking hands.
Driving slowly to Sears, he tried to forget by wondering why it was that only wooden stakes should work.
He frowned as he drove along the empty boulevard, the only sound the muted growling34 of the motor in his car. It seemed fantastic that it had taken him five months to start wondering about it.
Which brought another question to mind. How was it that he always managed to hit the heart? It had to be the heart; Dr. Busch had said so. Yet he, Neville, had no anatomical knowledge.
His brow furrowed35. It irritated him that he should have gone through this hideous36 process so long without stopping once to question it.
He shook, his head. No, I should think it over carefully, he thought, I should collect all the questions before I try to answer them. Things should be done the right way, the scientific way.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he thought, shades of old Fritz. That had been his father's name. Neville had loathed37 his father and fought the acquisition of his father's logic38 and mechanical facility every inch of the way. His father had died denying the vampire39 violently to the last.
At Sears he got the lathe, loaded it into the station wagon, then searched the store.
There were five of them in the basement, hiding in various shadowed places. One of them Neville found inside a display freezer. When he saw the man lying there in this enamel40 coffin41, he had to laugh; it seemed such a funny place to hide.
Later, he thought of what a humorless world it was when he could find amusement in such a thing.
About two o'clock he parked and ate his lunch. Everything seemed to taste of garlic.
And that set him wondering about the effect garlic had on them. It must have been the smell that chased them off, but why?
They were strange, the facts about them: their staying inside by day, their avoidance of garlic, their death by stake, their reputed fear of crosses, their supposed dread42 of mirrors.
Take that last, now. According to legend, they were invisible in mirrors, but he knew that was untrue. As untrue as the belief that they transformed themselves into bats. That was a superstition43 that logic, plus observation had easily disposed of. `It was equally foolish to believe that they could transform themselves into wolves. Without a doubt there were vampire dogs; he had seen and heard them outside his house at night. But they were only dogs.
Robert Neville compressed his lips suddenly. Forget it, he told himself; you're not ready. yet. The time would come when he'd take a crack at it, detail for detail, but the time wasn't now. There were enough things to worry about now.
After lunch, he went from house to house and used up all his stakes. He had forty-seven stakes.
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lathe
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curbs
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