[Hostile alien groove already playing] [Dark minor-key synth pulse] [Deep sub-bass underneath] [Female spoken journal — natural, controlled, over the music] Journal entry. Day ten. I know why the dead were moving. The ships were calling them. [Instrumental] [Cold mechanical percussion] [Alien scanning signal crosses the stereo field] [Descending synth motif] [Female spoken journal] By sunrise, thousands had gathered downtown. They stood beneath the largest one and looked up. Every one of them. Completely still. [Instrumental] [Deep bassline develops] [Coded alien transmissions] [Electronic rhythm grows heavier] [Massive object moves overhead] [Female spoken journal] Then something came down from the ship. Not a person. Not anything I've ever seen. The dead rushed toward it. [Instrumental] [Alien signal suddenly intensifies] [Weapon systems activate] [Percussion accelerates] [Low-end pressure surges] [Female spoken journal] That's when the sky opened. [Instrumental] [Full hostile groove] [Weapon pulses lock into the rhythm] [Ships sweep across the stereo field] [Electrical surges] [Deep gliding bassline] [Cold synth riff answers the percussion] [Distant impacts] [Alien assault intensifies] [Female spoken journal — music continues] They're destroying them. Whole streets of infected are disappearing in seconds. I should be happy. I thought I would be. [Instrumental] [Dark groove continues] [Alien transmission] [Weapon pulse in the distance] [Female spoken journal] But they're not saving us. [Instrumental] [Beat strips back briefly] [Low threatening synth motif] [Small craft approaches through stereo field] [Female spoken journal] I watched one of the smaller ships stop over an apartment building. There were people on the roof. Alive. They were waving. [Instrumental] [Scanning tone] [Low mechanical pulse] [Energy field begins rising] [Female spoken journal — quieter] The ship turned toward them. A light came down. [Sudden energy surge] And they were gone. [Instrumental] [Dark bassline returns] [Cold alien groove continues] [Transmission pulses] [Female spoken journal] They're not here for the dead. [Brief instrumental gap] They're here for everything. [Full dark alien groove returns] [Ships move overhead] [Instrumental continues] [Recorder clicks off]
