"Grrrhhh.." Carol, or...rather, painwheel. stumbled through maplecrest, her feet slapping against the floor caused multiple shots of pain to shoot up her body...but she didn't care. she had to keep moving. she moved, or rather, she limped towards a tree. her body collapsed underneath of it, her chest rose high and low with each ragged breath she took....the nails in her shoulder, and ESPECIALLY the ones in her head felt like they were sinking in deeper with each breath. she shut her eyes as she crumpled against the tree, her buer drive was splayed out next to her, reflecting the sunlight off of the suns rays that made it past the leaves...she rested, listening to the suburban sounds of the area...this was the closest thing to finding peace she has found. the windchimes made her feel...at home.