As the Faithful burned a trail on their expanse eastward, their conquest lead them to Ottawa Illinois, the place where it all started.
"Ah my old stomping grounds, how blessed are we to be here. Fan out, see if we're alone."
The Faithful push their way south, at first, finding nobody. Skeletons of the past littered the streets, and the city was a fragment of what it used to be. Everything had been turned either into rubble or memories, the Churches in disrepair, the shops burnt out, and home leveled. As the Faithful moved into downtown, they were greeted by another faction, a faction that had taken the town, and began helping those residents who'd survived, all had become something other than human. This faction was well armored, and they were packing heat. With a quick spin up, a minigun reduced a handful of Faithful into nothing more than a blood mist.
"Hold your fire, advance forward, Mercenary, you're up, bring their leader to me."
"Understood Ghost."
The Remnants of America had laid claim to Ottawa as their first act upon leaving their bunker, and hadn't been easy on anyone in their path."
"Ghost, the leader is well defended, we aren't getting him to you."
"Inform him to come to Washington Park, I'll be waiting with Lincoln and Douglas."
"Understood."
Reverend Everett and his Protectors reached Washington Park to see an old friend. The Ghost of Ottawa, wearing HA-80, a prototype armor designed specifically for the Ghost.
"Ah my old friend the Ghost of Ottawa."
"Long time no see Reverend, unfortunately, we're not friends. The second you entered Ottawa, you became my enemy, and you know exactly what happens to my enemies, don't you Reverend." stated the Ghost putting on his helmet, and raising two, blood soaked, axes.
Meanwhile, to the South of Ottawa, The Overlord and his crew of raiders arrived on scene and began to make their way to any place holding gold, or weapons, only to find the Reverend and the Ghost of Ottawa ready to battle, Bibles versus Bullets, Controlled Faith versus Freedom.
"Well now, don't this look fun." said the Overlord stepping out of his vehicle, the once great horned Malibu, now covered in rebar and spikes.
The three prepared for a battle, the Battle of Lots.