HIS FINGERS SHOOK AS he turned the ignition key. His hands gripped the wheel rigidly1 as he made a tight U turn and started back toward Gardena.
What a fool he'd been! It must have taken at least an hour to reach the cemetery3. He must have been in the crypt for hours. Then going to get that woman. Going to the market, drinking the tomato juice, going back to get the woman again.
What time was it?
Fool! Cold fear poured through his veins4 at the thought of them all waiting for him at his house. Oh, my God, and he'd left the garage door open! The gasoline, the equipment—the generator5!
A groan6 cut itself off in his throat as he jammed the gas pedal to the floor and the small station wagon7 leaped ahead, the speedometer needle fluttering, then moving steadily8 past the sixty-five mark, the seventy, the seventy-five. What if they were already waiting for him? How could he possibly get in the house?
He forced himself to be calm. He mustn't go to pieces now; he had to keep himself in check. He'd get in. Don't worry, you'll get inside, he told himself. But he didn't see how.
One hand ran nervously9 through his hair This is fine, fine, commented his mind. You go to all that trouble to preserve your existence, and then one day you just don't come back in time. Shut up! his mind snapped back at itself. But he could have killed himself for forgetting to wind his watch the night before. Don't bother killing10 yourself, his mind reflected, they'll be glad to do it for you. Suddenly he realized he was almost weak from hunger.
The small amount of canned meat he'd eaten with the tomato juice had done nothing to alleviate11 hunger.
The silent streets flew past and he kept looking from side to side to see if any of them were appearing in the doorways12. It seemed as if it were already getting dark, but that could have been imagination. It couldn't be that late, it couldn't be.
He'd just gone hurtling past the corner of Western and Compton when he saw the man come running out of a building and shout at him. His heart was contracted in an icy hand as the man's cry fluttered in the air behind the car.
He couldn't get any more speed out of the station wagon. And now his mind began torturing him with visions of one of the tires going, the station wagon veering14, leaping the curb15 and crashing into a house. His lips started to shake and he jammed them together to stop them. His hands on the wheel felt numb16.
He had to slow down at the corner of Cimarron. Out of the corner of an eye he saw a man come rushing out of a house and start chasing the car.
Then, as he turned the corner with a screech17 Of clinging tires, he couldn't hold back the gasp18.
They were all in front of his house, waiting.
A sound of helpless terror filled his throat. He didn't want to die. He might have thought about it, even contemplated19 it. But he didn't want to die. Not like this.
Now he saw them all turn their white faces at the sound of the motor. Some more of them came running out of the open garage and his teeth ground together in impotent fury. What a stupid, brainless way to die!
Now he saw them start running straight toward the station wagon, a line of them across the street. And; suddenly, he knew he couldn't stop. He pressed down on the accelerator, and in a moment the car went plowing20 through them, knocking three of them aside like tenpins. He felt the car frame jolt21 as it struck the bodies. Their screaming white faces went flashing by his window, their cries chilling his blood.
Now they were behind and he saw in the rear-view mirror that they were all pursuing him. A sudden plan caught hold in his mind, and impulsively22 he slowed down, even braking, until the speed of the car fell to thirty, then twenty miles an hour.
He looked back and saw them gaining, saw their grayish-white faces approaching, their dark eyes fastened to his car, to him.
Suddenly he twitched23 with shock as a snarl24 sounded nearby and, jerking his head around, he saw the crazed face of Ben Cortman beside the car.
Instinctively25 his foot jammed down on the gas pedal, but his other foot slipped off the clutch, and with a neck-snapping jolt the station wagon jumped forward and stalled.
Sweat broke out on his forehead as he lunged forward feverishly26 to press the button. Ben Cortman clawed in at him.
With a snarl he shoved the cold white hand aside.
"Neville, Neville!"
Ben Cortman reached in again, his hands like claws cut from ice. Again Neville pushed aside the hand and jabbed at the starter button, his body shaking helplessly. Behind, he could hear them all screaming excitedly as they came closer to the car.
The motor coughed into life again as he felt Ben Cortman's long nails rake across his cheek.
"Neville!"
The pain made his hand jerk into a rigid2 fist, which he drove into Cortman's face. Cortman went flailing27 back onto the pavement as the gears caught and the station wagon jolted28 forward, picking up speed. One of the others caught up and leaped at the rear of the car. For a minute he held on, and Robert Neville could see his ashen29 face glaring insanely through the back window. Then he jerked the car over toward the curb, swerved30 sharply, and shook the man off. The man went running across a lawn, arms ahead of him, and smashed violently into the side of a house.
Robert Neville's heart was pounding so heavily now it seemed as if it would drive through his chest walls. Breath shuddered31 in him and his flesh felt number and cold. He could feel the trickle32 of blood on his cheek, but no pain. Hastily he wiped it off with one shaking band.
Now he spun33 the station wagon around the corner, turning right. He kept looking at the rear-view mirror, then looking ahead. He went the short block to Haas Street and turned right again. What if they cut through the yards and blocked his way?
He slowed down a little until they came swarming34 around the corner like a pack of wolves. Then he pressed down on the accelerator. He'd have to take the chance that they were all following him. Would some of them guess what he was trying?
He shoved down the gas pedal all the way and the station wagon jumped forward, racing35 up the block. He wheeled it around the corner at fifty miles an hour, gunned up the short block to Cimarron, and turned right again.
His breath caught. There was no one in sight on his lawn. There was still a chance, then. He'd have to let the station wagon go, though; there was no time to put it in the garage.
He jerked the car to the curb and shoved the door open. As he raced around the edge of the car he heard the billowing cry of their approach around the corner.
He'd have to take a chance on locking the garage. lf he didn't, they might destroy the generator; they couldn't have had time to do it already. His footsteps pounded up the driveway to the garage.
"Neville!"
His body jerked back as Cortman came lunging out of the dark shadows of the garage.
Cortman's body drove into his and almost knocked him down. He fell the cold, powerful hands clamp on his throat and smelled the fetid breath clouding over his face. The two of them went reeling back toward the sidewalk and the white-fanged mouth went darting36 down at Robert Neville's throat.
Abruptly37 he jerked up his right fist and felt it drive into Cortman's throat. He heard the choking sound in Cortman's throat. Up the block the first of them came rushing and screaming around the corner.
With a violent movement, Robert Neville grabbed Cortman by his long, greasy38 hair and sent him hurtling down the driveway until he rammed39 head on into the side of the Station wagon.
Robert Neville's eyes flashed up the street. No time for the garage! He dashed around the corner of the house and up to the porch.
He skidded40 to a halt. Oh, God, the keys!
With a terrified intake41 of breath he spun and rushed back toward the car. Cortman started up with a throaty snarl and he drove his knee into the white face and knocked Cortman back on the sidewalk. Then he lunged into the car and jerked the key chain away from the ignition slot.
As he scuttled42 back out of the car the first one of them came leaping at him.
He shrank back onto the car seat and the man tripped over his legs and went sprawling43 heavily onto the side walk. Robert Neville pushed himself out, dashed across the lawn, and leaped onto the porch.
He had to stop to find the right key and another man came leaping up the porch steps. Neville was slammed against the house by the impact of his body. The hot blood thick breath was on him again, the bared mouth lunging at his throat He drove his knee into the man's groin and then, leaning his weight against the house, he raised his foot high and shoved the doubled over man into the other one who was rushing across the lawn.
Neville dived for the door and unlocked it He pushed it open, slipped inside, and turned. As he slammed it shut an arm shot through the opening. He forced the door against it with all his strength until he heard hones snap, then he opened the door a little, shoved the broken arm out, and slammed the door. With trembling hands he dropped the bar into place.
Slowly he sank down onto the floor and fell on his back. He lay there in the darkness, his chest rising and falling, his legs and arms like dead limbs on the floor. Outside they howled and pummeled the door, shouting his name in a paroxysm of demented fury. They grabbed up bricks and rocks and hurled44 them against the house and they screamed and cursed at him. He lay there listening to the thud of the rocks and bricks against the house, listening to their howling.
After a while he struggled up to the bar. Half the whisky he poured splashed onto the rug. He threw down the contents of the glass and stood there shivering, holding onto the bar to support his wobbling legs, his throat tight and convulsed; his lips shaking without control.
Slowly the heat of the liquor expanded in his stomach and reached his body. His breath slowed down, his chest stopped shuddering45.
He started as he heard the great crash outside.
He ran to the peephole and looked out. 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, tearing open the hood46 and smashing at the engine with insane club strokes, denting47 the frame with their frenzied48 blows. As he watched, fury poured through him like a current of hot acid and half formed curses sounded in his throat while his hands clamped into great white fists at his sides.
Turning suddenly, he moved to the lamp and tried to light it. It didn't work. With a snarl he turned and ran into the kitchen. The refrigerator was out. He ran from one dark room to another. The freezer was off; all the food would spoil. His house was a dead house.
Fury exploded in him. Enough!
His rage palsied hands ripped out the clothes from the bureau drawer until they closed on the loaded pistols.
Racing through the dark living room, he knocked up the bar across the door and sent it clattering49 to the floor. Outside, they howled as they heard him opening the door. I'm coming out, you bastards50! his mind screamed out.
He jerked open the door and shot the first one in the face. The man went spinning back off the porch and two women came at him in muddy, torn dresses, their white anus spread to enfold him. He watched their bodies jerk as the bullets struck them, then he shoved them both aside and began firing his guns into their midst, a wild yell ripping back his bloodless lips.
He kept firing the pistols until they were both empty.
Then he stood on the porch clubbing them with insane blows, losing his mind almost completely when the same ones he'd shot came rushing at him again. And when they tore the guns out of his hands he used his fists and elbows and he butted51 with his head and kicked them with his big shoes.
It wasn't until the flaring52 pain of having his shoulder slashed53 open struck him that he realized what he was doing and how hopeless his attempt was. Knocking aside two women, he backed toward the door. A man's arm locked around his neck.. He lurched forward, bending at he waist, and toppled the man over his head into the others. He jumped back into the doorway13, gripped both sides of the frame and kicked out his legs like pistons54, sending the men crashing back into he shrubbery.
Then, before they could get at him again, he slammed the door in their faces, locked it, bolted it, and dropped the heavy bar into its slots.
Robert Neville stood in the cold blackness of his house, listening to the vampires55 scream.
He stood against the wall clubbing slowly and weekly at the plaster, tears streaming down his bearded cheeks, his bleeding hand pulsing with pain. Everything was gone, everything.
"Virginia," he sobbed56 like a lost, frightened child. "Virginia. Virginia."
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cemetery
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alleviate
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flailing
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bastards
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