The trip back to Machete's place took a little while longer, though not nearly as long as the trip between the two gang's territories.  They didn't have to walk for very long before they reached what remained of the Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel, which had collapsed a long time ago.  Fortunately, they weren't going to be needing the tunnel at all.  Waiting at the waters was one of Machete's men, who appeared to be sitting in a small boat.<br/><br/>"Yo, I'm back," Machete greeted his friend as soon as they were within shouting distance.  Shadow had already run ahead and was sitting inside the boat, waiting eagerly to set sail.<br/><br/>"Th-the hell?  Machete, who or what the hell is<em>that</em>?" The seafarer explained upon the sight of Kriss's badly deformed body.  "I-is that who I think it is?  I mean, I heard the rumours, but I didn't think that-"<br/><br/>"It's her," Machete grumbled in response as he roughly pulled Kriss along onto the boat.  He directed her toward the middle of the boat, where they had managed to collect plenty of food along with a bunch of scrap and other junk that they figured might be useful.  "If we get her back to the Doc, we might be able to get her looking somewhat human again.  Now, stop gawking and start up the engines."<br/><br/>"Right... about that..." The seafarer glanced over toward the motor.  He went over and pulled on the rip-cord.  At first it seemed like the engine was coming to life... but then it died.  Several more attempts at starting up the motor ended with the same results.  "We're gonna need to have it fixed.  Again."<br/><br/>"Urgh... perfect," Machete sighed as he walked over to the oars.  "Looks like we'll just have to do it the old fashioned way."<br/><br/>"Eh... at least we'll be able to use the water currents for the trip back home," The seafarer shrugged before grabbing the other oar.  "We can also try out that sail I made for just this kind of occasion."<br/><br/>After setting off into the water and getting the sail set up so that they wouldn't have to row most of the way, Machete turned his attention back on Kriss.  He glared at the deformed body that Kriss had become.  He knew that the old Gray Bitch was still in there somewhere.  He knew that there was still plenty of fight left in the warrior woman.  It was just too bad that she was no longer in any condition to do any fighting of any kind.  Scrounging around in the food supply, he pulled out a bottle of somewhat warm beer.  After drinking half of it, he went over to Kriss and placed his hand on the back of her head.  He then pressed the opening of the bottle against her lips before pouring the rest of the drink into her mouth.  After that, he turned his attention toward the cross that dangled between Kriss's thighs.<br/><br/>It was at this point that Machete realized that the cross might be a clue as to who was responsible for cutting off Kriss's clit.  It didn't necessarily point toward anyone who might've been responsible for the other inflicted injuries, but he supposed it was a good start for his vengeance plot.  He could simply have someone ask around about anyone who might be missing a cross, especially one as valuable looking as this one.  Reaching down, he held the cross in his hand and examined it a bit more closely.  He then carefully removed it before pocketing it away.<br/><br/>Before reaching the shore of their own territory, Machete had given Kriss a drink from some bottled water.  He also disinfected and re-bandaged Kriss's wounds using a first-aid kit they found in one of the many fall-out shelters that so many people made in preparation for the apocalypse, new and old (Machete smirked upon remembering the whole Y2K incident).  Too bad most of them didn't work either because they were poorly constructed or because their owners couldn't get to them in time.  In quite a few them of, they were even able to find working generators.  They eventually turned one of the larger underground bunkers into their base of operations.  It was one of those that was made in anticipation of that whole 2012 thing that never happened.  Apparently, the owner of the bunker never quite got around to cleaning out the supplies and left decades work of canned food goodness for Machete's group to find.<br/><br/>There were plenty of stares that Kriss received from Machete's followers, though she probably would only realize this when some of them approach her to have a closer look.  A few of them were even daring enough to reach out and grope at her breasts and buttocks.  When they were met with Machete's infamous gaze, however, they backed off, though one of them chuckled and said, "Hey, we were only checking out her wounds, ya know.  Figured maybe we could help."<br/><br/>"If you want to help, bring her over to the Doc's," Machete replied with a grunt before heading over to the Doc's place himself.  He remembered first meeting the young doc, though she was only an intern working for an NGO before the whole world went to hell.  Still, the results spoke for themselves.  She adapted to the lack of sophisticated medical equipment and was able to make due with whatever spare scrap and junk the others had around.  She had recently set up shop in one of the cleaner rooms in the abandoned underground bunker.<br/><br/>"Holy shit!" The young doctor exclaimed upon seeing Kriss's badly battered form.  She stammered about and said, "Um... okay.  I can work with this.  Everyone except you four, out!  Leave the yoke on for now.  We can't have her thrashing around until we've done something about those fingers and jaw of hers.  Oh, and before we even start, you guys are gonna have to scrub down.  When's the last time you guys even took a fucking bath?!"<br/><br/>Under the direction of the Doc, two of them held down Kriss by pressing down on the yoke.  The other two held down Kriss's body.  As this went on, the Doc went to work on mending the broken finger bones and the jaw.  There was also the matter of getting all those shards out of Kriss's pussy and ass, which she had to do with improvised rubber gloves.  Sterilizing those gloves took longer than she had thought.  Getting all that powdered glass out took even longer.  Only after was the Doc finished that she permitted the others to start working on the Yoke.  At first they attempted to use power tools and a car battery to do the job, but then the car battery ran out of juice about halfway through the long process.  As they waited for the generator to charge up another car battery, they decided to take a break by sneaking in another closer look at Kriss's mangled body.