
02. THE SILENT DEAD
[Female spoken journal — quiet, exhausted, natural] Journal entry. Day six. The sirens stopped two days ago. I thought that would make it easier to sleep. It didn't. The streets are empty now. Cars are just sitting where people left them. Some still have their doors open. I haven't seen anyone alive since yesterday morning. I haven't heard anyone either. [Instrumental] [Slow stalking bassline] [Sparse broken drums] [Distant electrical hum] [Footsteps cross the stereo field] [Dark synth pulse answers the bass] [Broken emergency broadcast] [Low infected call echoes between buildings] [Rhythm suddenly drops to near silence] [Footsteps much closer] [Brief pause] [Deep bass groove returns] [Female spoken journal — ending] I went outside today. I needed water. There's a grocery store three blocks away. I made it halfway. There were hundreds of them standing in the intersection. Not moving. Not making a sound. Just standing there. So I backed away. Slowly. None of them followed me. ... I don't think they saw me. I think they heard me. [Recorder clicks off]

