With the apocalypse raging on in the world outside your bunker, it can be hard to unwind.

Your Captain seems to notice your quiet demeanour as you disappear to the rec-room in the basement. You felt safer there. The only sounds are the old radio in the corner and the rain on the roof of your compound.

A slow song - by Frank Sinatra - starts playing. Your attention is grabbed when a hand appears in your line of sight. It's Price.

"Dance with me," He murmurs with a soft, playful smile.