"Virge," he muttered in a hoarse whisper. And the dark men dragged his lifeless body from the house. Into the night. Into the world that was theirs and nolonger his. Chapter TwentyOne SOUND; A MURMURED RUSTLE in the air. Robert Neville coughed weakly, then grimaced as the pain filledhis chest. cheap burberry shirts for men A bubbling groan passed his lips and his head rolled slightly on the flat pillow. The sound grew stronger, itbecame a rumbling mixture of noises. His hands drew in slowly at his sides. Why didn't they take the fire off his chest?He could feel hot coals dropping through openings in his flesh. Another groan, agonized and breathless, twitched hisgraying lips. Then his eyes fluttered open. burberry trench coats He stared at the rough plaster ceiling for a full minute without blinking. Pain ebbed and swelled in his chest withan endless, nerveclutching throb. His face remained a taut, lined mask of resistance to the pain. If he relaxed for asecond, it enveloped him completely; he had to fight it. For the first few minutes he could only struggle with the pain,suffering beneath its hot stabbing. Then, after a while, his brain began to function; slowly, like a machine faltering,starting and stopping, turning and jamming gears. parajumpers jackets Where am I? It was his first thought. The pain was awful. He looked down at his chest and saw that it was boundwith a wide bandage, a great, moist spot of red rising and falling jerkily in the middle of it. He closed his eyes andswallowed. I'm hurt, he thought. I'm hurt badly.
留言列表
