[Bleak electronic groove already playing] [Slow broken drums] [Deep sustained sub-bass] [Damaged signal flickers in the distance] [Female spoken journal — exhausted, natural] Journal entry. Day twenty. The mothership is falling. I can see it through the clouds. [Instrumental] [Haunting synth motif] [Deep seismic pulse] [Distant spacecraft signals scatter] [Industrial rhythm develops] [Long instrumental section] [Female spoken journal] The smaller ships are leaving. Some aren't making it. And down here... the dead are still moving. [Instrumental] [Broken electronic drums] [Fragment of alien signal] [Low infected texture answers] [Descending synth motif] [Sub pressure steadily increases] [Long instrumental section] [Female spoken journal — quiet] Nobody's fighting anymore. [Instrumental] [Massive descending resonance] [Machine rhythms fracture] [Signals begin disappearing] [Percussion intensifies] [Low-frequency pressure rises] [Long instrumental build] [Female spoken journal] It's getting closer. [Instrumental] [Descending motif accelerates] [Electronic systems collapse] [Enormous cinematic impact] [Silence] [Very low sub pulse] [Damaged synth fragment slowly returns] [Sparse broken percussion] [Distant static] [Female spoken journal — later, barely above a whisper] It's been three days. Most of the city is gone. I haven't seen another ship. I haven't seen another person. [Instrumental] [Haunting motif returns in fragments] [Distant infected sound] [Failing transmission] [Long sparse instrumental section] [Female spoken journal] The radio is silent. The sky is empty. [Instrumental] [Deep residual pulse] [Broken signal] [Music slowly dissolves] [Female spoken journal — quiet] I kept thinking someone would win. Nobody did. [Long instrumental fade] [Last damaged alien signal] [Low pulse] [Recorder clicks off] [Silence]
