The Rhythm is Going to Get You

Paradise fit in a van. The apocalypse fit in eight bars. If the blindfolds in Bird Box kept you up at night, the silence in The Rhythm Is Going to Get You will finish the job. If you've ever had a song lodge in your head and play all day long, consider this your warning. Invasion of the Body Snatchers gave you neighbors who came back wrong. Station Eleven gave you a world worth mourning. This gives you both, and one man who can't hear it coming.
Charlie has been deaf since he was nine - the only person left alive who can't hear the song that's ending the world. He spent that life watching from the outside: reading lips, living out of a converted van he named Mrs. Driscoll. A Scottish madman with a V6 crammed into a child's toy car handed him a map to a hidden canyon in the Arizona backcountry - water, shade, a pool so clear you can count the stones on the bottom.
Charlie found his Valhalla. And then Anna found him: a British van-lifer with good coffee and a laugh worth crossing a wasteland for. Five days. The best of his life. The towns go wrong first. The same song looping on every station. People stand in diners - not blinking, not eating, not leaving. Eyes that follow him without seeing him. Something in the airwaves is taking people. It doesn't kill them.
It gives them everything they ever wanted, and refusing it costs more. Charlie can't hear a note of it. Anna hears all of it. To reach her, Charlie crosses a breaking world - on foot, on a bent bicycle, through flash floods and towns that have already gone quiet. Anna's fight is harder. She has to stay Anna - while the thing inside her grows patient, warm, and very good at sounding like the life she lost.
For readers who always suspected the quiet ones were paying the closest attention.