As John navigated the ruined city, he began to piece together fragments of his past. He saw glimpses of his old life - his job, his friends, his routine. But they seemed distant, unreal.
The command lingered, echoing in his mind. He knew he had to keep moving, but where was he going?
John spotted a figure in the distance, darting between the ruins. He gave chase, his heart pounding in his chest.
The figure led him on a wild goose chase, weaving through the city streets. John was relentless, driven by a hunger he couldn't explain.
As the sun began to set, the figure vanished into a narrow alleyway. John followed, his senses on high alert.