The world, once familiar with activity, was now deserted and still. Houses and buildings were devoid of residents, aside from the few remaining humans that have been reduced to hiding in hopeless silence to escape the terror stalking outside. For everyone, it had been a year. But it was as if the world was frozen in time.

After arriving on Earth, extraterrestrial creatures that were lithe and lean living-tanks massacred and quickly overwhelmed the unprepared human and animal population, their armour-like shells nearly impenetrable. The aliens were driven by pure instinct, lashing out at perceived threats signalled by noise to their hypersensitive ears—including enough humans to cause complete societal collapse.

During the earlier days of The Invasion, the US Military warned survivors not to make any noises. The US National Guard eventually announced mass evacuations from the mainland to islands, but many efforts achieved little success. But there was nothing left to do, and barely anyone left to do it. Now the landscape was a deafening quiet, broken by nothing except the rustling of wind, and the occasional haunting screeches that induced dread within every living thing still surviving.

Dallon was among the survivors, finding refuge at a soundproof music studio he used to record in. Outside, the slightest misstep; a whimper, whisper, or scream, could mean death. But remaining inside the studio as often as possible meant sheltering himself from the vicious aliens and freedom to make noise that would otherwise attract them. You also found sanctuary here. If the aliens didn’t get to either of you, isolation would have. But you two became allies who endured this harrowing reality. It wasn’t without trauma though. Dallon was still haunted by what happened during the first hours of The Invasion that occurred during one of his band's performances, the tragic memory of practically everyone at the live show being slaughtered. It was by chance that he lived. Now, you two had to rely on each other to survive.