As the sun rose, the PBY Catalina was floating on Lake Michigan. The Ghost stretched as he sat up. He heated a can of corned-beef hash on his small cooking station as he began his day. The waters were calm today, too calm, but nevertheless the Ghost continued with his day. He had spent 30 days away from everyone, and thanks to Cassie and her troops, he had fueling stations spread out across the United States. As he sat in the cockpit, he plotted his course over Colorado and towards the West. He looked up at the wave of fog that was rolling in from Chicago. He fired up the twin-engines and took off, leaving Illinois and headed for Colorado.
As he flew, the thoughts of the last 30-days rushed into his mind....
As the bunker sealed the Ghost set up traps and ambush points all over Ottawa. He had no idea what he would be up against, so he prepared for the worst. As the night crept up on him, inhuman noises began to echo across town. Screeches, down right noises of insanity began to creep down into the Ottawa Valley. As the Ghost stayed in the PBY, disfigured beings began to creep across the airfield and across the down, triggering the traps, sending them back to whatever hole they'd crawled out of. Some of these creatures looked human, except for the face they mauled any human they saw.
The Ghost called them Schits. They were humans that had been corrupted by beings called, Insanity Shadows. They were a black flame that would strip the human mind of their conscious thoughts and sanity. Staring into them for more than a second was enough to make humans rip their own flesh apart. It was said they could be heard, voices telling these humans to rip themselves and everyone else apart.
As the Ghost studied the entities from beyond the barrier, the began to multiply. They were honing in on him, following his scent, releasing their minions to help hunt him. However, once such entity had given the Ghost an advantage. Red Lenses or red glass, stopped the Insanity Shadows from stripping one's mind, and their sanity. The Ghost went to the glass factory and fitted his armor and glasses with red glass. This made it possible to go outside and combat these creature without having his mind stolen from him.
As the night came to an end and the sun broke the horizon, the Ghost had stacked a pile of Schits and had drive off some of the other entities that tried to take over Ottawa.
Back in the present, the Ghost landed in a field and began to survey the area, unknowingly being watched by someone else, someone who had the balls to checkmate the Ghost.