Katniss's POV;

The tunnel is collapsing. "Gale! Gale get up! We need to go!" I exclaim pushing on his side. "Please!" I wail pulling on his shoulders.

"I - I can't." He sputters.

"You can! You need to, let's go!"

One of the tallest bulky men in our squad lifts Gale over his shoulder and we race down the hallway again. They fling me to the front, and I hold onto my bow in the center of my chest.

And all of a sudden, we reach a room. It's so awkward, and out of place. The large metal door, and metal walls look strange against the rough muddy wall.

The captain punches a series of numbers into the keypad next to the door, and ushers us all in. "Go go go!"

As I'm waiting for the crew to go in before me, I watch the roof collapsing towards us in a quick pace. "Go!" I scream.

Finally, I rush through the door. I close it tight and lean my forehead against it breathing heavily as I wait for the outside noise to die down.

And when it does, I place a hand on my stomach and feel the impending kick of my babies. I sigh, and turn around when I hear the familiar groan of Gale.

He's on a table, blood sputtering out of his leg onto the floor and flowing to the floor in sticky strings. "Gale." I say softly rushing to his side and grabbing his hand.

The medic examines him, looking him over with a skeptical eye. "It's deep." He inquires.

"How deep?"

"Past the bone."

"Do you know what it was?" Someone asks Gale, and I look down at him to find his eyes already locked on mine. We lock gazes for a few more seconds before he breaks away and looks at the medic.

"A bone." We all look at him in shock. "It looked like a sharpened bone!" He defends.

It sends chills down my spine. A bone. That means someone has been down here long enough to kill something, or find a dead carcass and make a weapon out of a living creatures bone.

"It was hooked, with jagged edges. L-Like a rib bone maybe!" He exclaims. I look at his leg, and back at his face. "I'm not lying Kat, please believe me."

Now, never have I known Gale to lie about anything when it comes to the war. Some would say he lied about the parachutes, but he didn't know who's bombs those were. And he still doesn't, we never will, and I can't hold him responsible for something he may or may not have done.

"I believe you Gale, I do."

"Thank you." He breaths.

"Now Gale, we've got to clean it. You understand that right?" The medic asks him.

"Yes, just get on with it." He groans.

They pour rubbing alcohol in it, and he clenches my hand and squeezes it so tight it's purple by the time their done.

The captain has searched the room by now, and has found small rations of food and a endless supply of pillows and blankets. I make a large pile of blankets in the corner, for my bed for the night, or maybe the next couple of nights.

"Kat." Gale's voice calls me. I rush to his side, and brush my fingers through his dark brown hair.

And suddenly, I'm back four years. With Gale laying on my kitchen table, whip lashing on his back, the threat of his death hanging over our heads. Suddenly I love him again, and want to spend the rest of my life with him. I suddenly miss his touch, his lips, I just miss him.

"You know.." He breaks me from my thoughts. "This metal table is really hard to sleep on."

"Oh." I shrug. "That stinks."

"I wish I had a bed like everybody else." He sighs dramatically. "But, there's no more empty beds .... Except for yours..."

"Gale.. Do you want to sleep with me?" I ask him softly with my arms crossed or my chest, and a shy smile on my face.

"That'd be great! Thanks for asking!" He smiles holding out his hand to be helped up.

I help him to my - well now our bed and lay down next to him. He brings his lips right next to my ear. "Can we cuddle?" He asks. "As just friends?"

I strip off my hard outer layer suit, my sweatshirt, and my long sleeved shirt, then lie down next to him.

I chuckle and bury into his chest as he wraps his arms around my torso. "Gale, it's just cuddling. We're both married, we both have children with our spouses. It's okay." I laugh.

"Alright, I just don't want you to get in trouble with Peeta."

"You won't." I assure him.

Before I sleep, I say a silent prayer. Hoping that tomorrow we'll get out of here.

***

Their dancing in the meadow. All of them giggling and laughing as they dance with joined hands. Our three children, and Peeta prance around together.

'Come dance.' Peeta smiles to me, I stand and start to walk towards them.

But suddenly, I slam into something. An invisible barrier, just like the one in the games. I feel my way around frantically, and Peeta rushes to me.

Suddenly, blood sputters from his open mouth. He looks down, and so do I, a knife is  stuck into his body. 'Peeta!' I wail. He falls to the ground, and I scream more. 'Stay with me!' I beg. 'Please!'

'Always.' He promises before falling asleep, never to wake again.

That's when I see him in the fog that has suddenly formed behind our oblivious children. President Snow, he stands there, blood in his pure white beard. A long, thin dagger draped in his hands.

Before I can scream, his knife is into Rye's small chest. And he does the same two the twins, their poor screams filling my ears.

He makes his way to the wall, and I lunge at him defensively. 'You bastard! You killed them!'

'Well of course I did.' He chuckles, I lunge at the wall again, and he snickers. 'Stupid girl.'

'Kill me!' I plead. 'You can win! I don't want to live in a world without them!'

"Oh no miss Everdeen, that isn't how this is to play out.' He pauses. 'I'm going to let you live, but only because I cannot wait to watch you suffer the rest of your life without those four innocent souls.'

'Your evil!' I cry out. 'Evil!'

'He never loved you.' Snow counters. 'He did it to keep himself alive, but then you had to go and fall in love. How could he leave you then?'

'Y-Your wrong, he l-loved me.' I whisper.

'No! He didn't, stupid girl. He never loved you, why can't you understand that?' He asks me.

'Because it's not true.' My lip quivers.

'Listen to me carefully: Peeta Mellark hated you.'

"Katniss! Katniss wake up! It was just a nightmare! Your safe! Snow's dead!" I hear a deep voice bellow as they shake me by the shoulders.

I sit up pushing myself towards the wall, and look around the room. Six pairs of eyes watch me, pity showing in all of them. I look back at Gale. "It's okay." He assures me in a higher than normal pitched voice. "Come here, Kat." He whispers.

I cling to his chest, and sob into it hard. I stay like this for a while, and then finally break away once the captain begins to make an announcement.

"We have gotten word that they have taken our hovercraft, but if we leave now main base will have a craft waiting."

They all nod, and I wipe my snuffling nose, then stand up. "Are we going to need to run?" I ask the squad.

"I don't know, why?" He asks.

"Cause' Gale." I point to him sitting at my feet. I pull on my long sleeve shirt over my tshirt and then my sweatshirt. Finally I put on my mockingjay suit, and reach my hands down to help him up. "Come on yah big baby." I reads pinching his cheeks once he's up.

"Oh shaddup." He makes a funny face and shoves my playfully.

"Come on guys, this isn't a time to mess around."

Everyone becomes serious. And we all look from one and another as we wait next to the door. "Mellark, you stick to his ass, got it?" I'm ordered by the captain.

"Yes sir." I nod.

"Alrighty everybody." He heaves his rifle over his shoulder, and smirks. "Haul ass."

***

Hey y'all. Thanks for all the support lately on this. I know it's annoying to listen to me talk about about needing more votes, but like I've said a million times: IT TAKES A SECOND.

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- Kylee.