If autocorrect was a person I'd be beating it up right now. I meant Conspiracy Theories...
Uhh... Anyways...
Equip gas mask I guess...
If you need to engage combat again, do a JJBA worthy pose and put on a menacing face. Proceed to scream "ORAORAORAORAORA" as you unleash a fiery flurry of consecutive normal punches that don't do jack stuff.
Joshua puts on a gas mask, anticipating for the need to enter combat again. Nothing happens for a good 15 minutes.

call the priest and tell him what just happened
call the priest and tell him what just happened
I guess my name shall always be in the action queue. Anyway,
call the priest and tell him what just happened
And get him to exorcise the damned ghosts. If he does reach the house, have VendOS defend the priest from any attacks on him.
call a super anti commie priest to exorcise the ghosts
Joshua: Wait a minute! I know who to call! I'll call the priest!
Joshua: Help! The Commie Ghost is back, and he brought his friends! One of them can even MIND CONTROL people!
The Priest: I'll be right there, my son!
Greyson: Why didn't you call that guy sooner?
Joshua: I forgot. Also, can you drive to the gun store? I need to buy some flare guns.


Joshua goes inside the Gun Store, which is still open even in the middle of the night.
Gunstore Owner: Howdy there! You here for protection against the Patriotic Sons of Freedom? Those terrorist bastards have a cell right here in our proud city! Can you believe it? Those damn Fascists are planning something BIG!
Joshua: No.
Gunstore Owner: You sure? You do know about how the White House burned down a while ago, right? The Government thinks that it was the Patriotic Sons of Freedom that burned down the white house, and they're finally telling the truth for once! I had to take off my tinfoil hat and do a double-take to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating when I heard the news report!
Joshua: I just need a Rifle converted to shoot flares, and I need you to modify my Uncle's shotgun so that it also shoots flares.
Gunstore Owner: That works, too! Hey, what happened to that flare minigun I made for you?
Joshua: Cops took it.
Gunstore Owner: That sucks! You should get it back from The Man before he starts using it against YOU!

Joshua suddenly has an idea. Why not get the Gunstore Owner to come with him?
Joshua: I'm here because a Communist Ghost has invaded MY HOUSE, by the way. I'm not safe from Communism even in my own home!
Gunstore Owner: Communist Ghosts, huh? That's new. I'd love to come over and help out too, but I've got a few dozen friends coming over to my store for a meeting in ten minutes.
Uncle Greyson pays for the Flare Rifle and his Shotgun converted to fire flares, before driving Joshua back to his house.

At this point in the update I started getting severe FPS drops for no goddamn reason whatsoever so here are some quick MS Paint sketches instead
VendOS and the SWAT Zombies are still mercilessly pelting Koschei and his ghost friends(except for the Psionic Ghost and the fourth, unknown ghost, since they're somewhere else in the house), constantly stunlocking them.

A screeching car pulls up to Joshua's house, and the Priest arrives. Armed with a book, a briefcase, some sort of spray can, and an American Flag, the Priest starts charging into the house.
(Please note that Joshua and Greyson are still on the way home.)
KOSCHEI THE DEATHLESS has returned from the dead, teaming up with the International Order of Communists Leader, A Psionic Ghost?, and ???.Koschei The Deathless is
UninjuredLeader of the International Order of Communists is
UninjuredPsionic Ghost? is
Uninjured??? is
Uninjured
It is 12:20 AM on Friday, December 24. On January 1, Joshua will be released from MindHive. Assuming Augmented Horizons isn't lying.
Joshua is
BADLY WOUNDEDVendOS is
IN GOOD SHAPEJoshua's InventoryGas Mask
Soccer Ball
Taser
Knife
VendOS's InventorySaltwater Bottles
$1000
Poisoned Soft Drinks
Human Flesh
ACTION QUEUE:- [Marios]Express your gratefulness to Uncle Greyson after you get out of prison (not the cell,)
Then use VendOS' money for medical attention.