Another Monday Morning by NCPolice55571 NR

You grab a mop from the side of the room, a little dirty, but it will do, and head up-stairs, only to find some cops questioning some survivors, suddenly, one of them spots you and runs to you, in just a couple of seconds, he grabs you and holds you by the wall, asking questions like "Where the hell where you!?" and "Why the hell didn't you try to contact us!?"