Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew he did not belong to them; he knew that, like the vampires, he was anathema and b… - Richard Matheson

Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.

Not only did I rediscover every experience of my life, I had to live each unfulfilled desire as well — as though they’d been fulfilled. I saw that what transpires in the mind is just as real as any flesh and blood occurrence. What had only been imagination in life, now became tangible, each fantasy a full reality. I lived them all — while, at the same time, standing to the side, a witness to their, often, intimate squalor. A witness cursed with total objectivity.

As her analyst had told her: the deeper buried the distress, the further into the body it went. The digestive system was about as far as it could go to hide.

He was out hunting for Cortman. It had become a relaxing hobby, hunting for Cortman; one of the few diversions left to him.