The beginning of the day passed by rather uneventfully. No human contact or bad falls. Arc did his best not to rely on Madison excessively, but forced himself to take it slow and easy. Injuring himself further would only exacerbate the situation. For the most part, he was quiet and didn't say much; talking used up water more quickly, so to conserve he tried to keep his mouth shut. At roughly midday, however, it was time to stop. The sun was approaching its zenith in the sky, and Arc's grunting had become increasingly loud as they moved on.<br/><br/>"Okay, hang on... I have to stop..." His stomach cramped and a wave of dizziness fell over him like a thick wool blanket, causing him to waver on his foot. He leaned heavily on Madison then, clinging to her like a newborn ape would cling to their mother to keep from falling over. His breathing was rapid and shallow, and his uninjured leg felt like the muscles were on fire. Closing his eyes tightly, Arc tried to root himself to the ground so he wouldn't fall, which, coupled with the support from his new friend, was just barely accomplished.<br/><br/>It was a little more rocky there, with dry grass peppering the landscape. It was rather arid, a place where there were very few options for shade. There was, however, an old tool shed that was still standing (barely). It was empty inside for the most part, but for some shelves and the spiders, but it would, at least, provide a little bit of shade and cover.<br/><br/>"We're not making bad time... just under halfway there."