John Miles awoke on the floor of what appeared to be an apartment building that was under construction. There was nothing but concrete and metal all around him, and the walls weren't completely done. 

'Not more of this shit.' He thought. But wait! This time he remembered shit that happened before. The mansion. The mercenaries. The proxies. Even earlier memories coming to him, including how he hunted...werewolves in the partially abandoned streets of Denver. He just didn't remember how he got here.

He stood up, but before going anywhere, he looked out into the streets, remaining quiet, until he was sure there was no threat. This whole town seemed...abandoned.