The process of drugging and re-hydrating the woman continued at length until they reached Kenna’s Crossing. Then, with little explanation to anyone, Dakota cut Yuuki off, locked her in a room at the base of the big house, and began a serious effort to detox her.
She kicked at the wooden door, screaming and cursing. Across the better part of a week, their guest rejected food and tossed anything she could find at whomever was unfortunate enough to bring it to her. While Yuuki was only physically ill for about two days, she did not, in the slightest, appreciate her forced sobriety. It seemed the substance that coursed through her veins not only helped to block out the realities of a post-apocalyptic shithole but made her somewhat calm. Whatever she’d seen, done, or experienced, the chemicals
