Another Monday Morning

You wake up, and blood and pieces of your head are next to you. You forgot who you are, or where you are. You just remember that you are bleeding badly. You crawl to a desk, and open it. You pull out scissors, and you eventually take the bullet out of your head. You bandage the wound, and stand up. Everyone around you is dead, and you see a gun lying in your blood. You: Someone must have shot me. What the hell is going on? You pick up the gun, and walk outside. You almost fall over the balcony, because you are so dizzy. You decide what to do next.