Hello there @vermillionfox,

Thank you for this awesome prompt, I tried to get down and dirty like Kill Bill, but since we landed somewhere in the beginning of the tale this is what we have ...

Here is my official entry

… gilda looked through the cracks of her browstone and the beautiful display of pastel blue sky before the bombs exploded one more time. she jumped with fright as she heard another round of people screaming for their lives. she knew she had to get out of the attic before someone found her, the soldiers were swarming the streets and killing people -- blood was everywhere. she held on tightly to her gun and extra ammunition she had hidden away now that she was alone. gilda was visibly shaking, but knew she had to just breathe and focus just as her survivalist classes had taught her, she could do this. the bug-out bag she had created was ready to go but she only had a few more meals left, she had to make it out the door and on the route she practiced over and over before the takeover. she heard the shouts in the street and knew there were still too many people to make a go of it, she would have to wait a little longer. suddenly, gilda heard a crash downstairs and heard many footsteps rushing into the kitchen. there were men and women voices, by the sound of it there were around 10 people were eating, drinking, and having sex. it took everything for her not to jump out the window and run for her life, but she knew she had to remain calm. there was no way she would be able to move since the floors would creak. the unwelcome visitors would surely hear her. gilda started to meditate and get into the mindset of no space or time. when she brought herself out of the zone, she looked up through the exposed brick to see the twinkling of stars. she didn’t hear a sound and quickly grabbed her bag to head out of the newly exposed brick that led out to the neighbors rooftop ...

Original link

https://steemit.com/writing/@eaglespirit/week-15-fox-tales-gilda

Respectfully submitted, @eaglespirit