Garuda pushed his long black hair from his face before her dug in, devouring quickly and without manner the cobbed corn and chicken legs.  "HEY!" voices erupted from the interior.  Garuda lept onto the roof of the apartment, right above the deck.  He was about to fly away when something caught his eye.  He thought he saw a figure on a nearby building, which wouldnt have bothered him except this figure appeared to have wings.  He rubbed his eyes and was going to take another look, but people burst onto the deck.  "Whered he go?"  One man had a small firearm and turning his head, he saw Garuda above him.  Hoping off the building Garuda took flight, but pain suddenly surged through his shoulder as a bullet struck him.  Turning hard he hit the side of the building and began to rapidly descend, eventually crash landing in the empty alley.  "Dammit!" he screamed striking the ground then holding his guessing shoulder.  Was his mind begining to mess with him now?  Often he thought about his past and his fallen comrades, but was he now seeing things?  This was a serious mistake, hopefully he would be able to make it through the night, if he could just make it till tomorrow night, his sleep of stone would take care of his wound.  So he sat kneeling in the alley, deep in thought.