RADAWAY - The Last U-Boat

The signal arrived during the storm. No origin. No authentication code. Only two words flashing across dead Enclave frequencies: PHASE II The captain gave the order immediately. Maximum speed. The submarine rose through the black Atlantic like a hunted animal, steel hull shaking against radioactive waves. Sirens echoed through narrow corridors while engines screamed far beyond safe limits. Nobody onboard asked where they were going. Nobody asked what Phase II meant. Above them, the American coastline burned beneath red clouds. Entire cities were dark. Radar showed fragments where continents should have been. Still the transmission repeated through every speaker onboard: “Phase II active.” The crew spoke less as the hours passed. Only sonar remained alive — endless metallic pings disappearing into impossible depths below the hull. Then something answered. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Instrumental]