Continuing where Kyle left off

We left the village the doctor, in a effort to find the base, or the residing place of the Guardian Angels. I began to ask the doctor if he knew where they took the medical supplies, but I received no answer as I assume he didn't hear me. But then he spoke, "I'm not really sure to be honest with you, as every time that they have come, it was in a helicopter. But it must be in this direction, as this is the way they flew." We began to walk in the direction that the doctor pointed, but the jungle was very dense and it provided to be a rather early obstacle on what would be a challenging journey. After walking what seemed to be miles, night was upon us and we chose to stop and res . I analyzed the rations we had, and realized that what we had would only last us a couple days. I told the doctor, "We don't have many supplies, so we better ration what we have for the next few days." He gave a nod of agreement and took his allotted portion for that night. I in a effort to conserve the little we had, chose to go hungry for the night. As the night moved on, the doctor slept soundly, while I found myself envying the peace and stillness that he possessed. I began to realize that my problem should this antidote not work, would most definitely be the end of me. We woke up the next morning and began again to trek through the jungle. The jungle provided protection from the sunlight, but we could feel the humidity in the air, and it almost felt like we were sitting in sauna. The sweat rolled off of my brow, and I grasped for my canteen. The water slid down my sandpaper dry throat, and I handed the canteen to the doctor. He guzzled down the water, and before I knew it the canteen was empty.