A/N: Hello all! I'm glad to announce that this is the beginning of Part 2 of This is Wrong! I tried to make another fanfic, but it wasn't very popular (AT ALL, really… 4 chapters and 3 reviews… kind of discouraging!) and it has been ridiculously hard to continue. So in between chapters of that story (which you should all check out! It will get better as it gets further into the story) I have decided to work on this story! I really hope that I do not disappoint! I'm so in love with this story and I'm working hard on giving it an actual direction. So here it goes! Read, review, and enjoy!

Part 2

Chapter 1

I wake up sore and damp, but uncomfortably warm. I don't stretch, knowing any movement from me will wake up the sleeping man next to me. Instead, I just cuddle closer to him, wishing that his warmth would dry me off. I feel wet all the way through to my bones, and long for something to be between my body and the hard, cold rock beneath me.

My whole body aches, and I feel a bit embarrassed because of this. I used to be able to run for hours in the woods without feeling very sore. But now, I can feel muscles I forgot I had. Apparently being in the bunker has made me go soft.

I can hear someone snoring on the other side of Cato and I wonder if it's Madge or Gale. This cave is hardly big enough for the four of us, and we've ended up sleeping in a sort of huddle in the very back of it. It's kind of funny that Gale and Cato ended up sleeping next to each other. Of course, they sleep back to back, but it's still pretty amusing to me.

I think back to the last few hours. It seems like so long ago that I was waking up in an actual bed next to Cato. I hardly even remember what I ate in the cafeteria yesterday. Now we're in a small, damp cave huddled with Gale and Madge and we have absolutely no idea what state the bunker is in anymore. I sigh and realize that I had actually come to like that place and the people in it.

My thoughts flash to my mother and Prim, and my heart begins to ache. I know Gale said that he got them all out safely, but I still can't help but worry. I worry about Cato's family as well. I wonder how his mother is doing. After all, she just had a major brain surgery. I can't see how living in the wilderness could help in her recovery. But at least they didn't leave her down in the bunker. Her fate could have been much worse if she had been caught there.

I shudder, wondering what exactly happened. I remember feeling the first bomb hit. The trembling went past just the ground, shaking me to my core. I wonder if it felt like that when the Capitol bombed District 12. I feel a pang in my heart as I think of poor Madge and everything she's gone through. This cannot be good for her recovery.

And what is with her and Gale? He had barely spoken two words to her in the years that we had been selling strawberries to her father. I remember him commenting sarcastically on her dress the day of the reaping, and how I had to scold him for it. He had resented her for her money and her status and it wasn't fair to her. But now, he's caring for her. I wonder what happened between them while I was in the arena, and then in the hospital. I try to peek over Cato's shoulder to see the two of them, but I can't do it without moving.

Before we fell asleep, Gale had been holding Madge in his lap, still trying to calm her down. She wasn't crazed or anything like that. She was just quietly sobbing. Cato and I sat next to them without a word, and we listened for more of the attack. The ground rumbled a few more times, and then there was nothing. It must have been hours before any of us even moved.

I had heard Cato's stomach grumble, and realized that we might need to eat something. I knew that a fire was out of the question, but maybe there were berries or greens around here. So I went out to look for food while the three of them stayed in the cave.

Cato had tried to come with me, but I wouldn't let him. He's much too big, and I wanted to set some snares for the morning, when a fire would be less noticeable. If I had let him come with me, I'm almost positive his loud footsteps would scare all the game within a mile radius away. And Gale didn't even offer, still trying to comfort the sobbing Madge.

I set a few traps in the dim light and found what berries and greens that I could tell for sure were edible. It was almost dawn by the time I returned, but no one said anything. Cato wrapped his arm tightly around my waist and pulled me close to his side as I sat down next to him, and I could feel him trembling. He scolded me for staying out so long, but I waved him off and passed around the plants that I managed to gather. Gale had to beg Madge to eat some of the berries I found, and we all snacked in silence before laying down to rest.

I'm not even sure how any of us slept at all. I mean, I'm sure I only slept for a few hours, but I was expecting a lot less. We were all so shaken up by the bombing, and I know I wasn't the only one worried about the rest of the people from the bunker. Had the Capitol found their hideout? Or were they still safe? How were they finding food? Or were they even finding any food at all? It would take a lot of game to feed that many people and I worry that they'll starve. I also worry that some of them had been injured, but I shake that worry away. As long as my mother and Prim are there, any injuries would be cared for.

Cato starts to stir and I look up at him. In the dim light of the cave, I can see him smiling at me. "Hey." He whispers, not wanting to disturb the two people behind him. He presses his lips against my forehead for a few seconds before returning his gaze to mine.

"Hey. How did you sleep?" I ask him, nuzzling into his chest.

"Pretty good, considering." He replies, tightening his grip on me. "What about you?"

"I've slept better." I mutter, pressing my face into his warm chest and breathing in his scent. Even though the bombing was emotionally draining, I can't help but feel happy that at least I have Cato here with me. A pang of guilt hits me as I think of how selfish that thought was. Cato could have been with his family, safe wherever they were hiding out, taking care of them. But instead, he's in this tiny, damp cave with me.

"You're worried about our families? I am too." His voice drops and I can tell he doesn't want me to notice the crack of emotion in it.

"You have nothing to worry about. They're all safe. I made sure of it." Gale mumbles from the other side of Cato as he sits up to stretch. He cracks his back before standing up. "I'm going to go check those snares you set up last night." And then he leaves before we can say a word to him. I wonder how long he's been awake.

Madge is sitting up now, and even in the dim lighting, I can see the emptiness in her eyes. I pull myself away from Cato and crawl over him to sit next to her. "Hey." I say, realizing I have absolutely no idea what to really say to her.

She looks up at me and gives me a half-hearted smile. "Hey."

I grab her shoulder and squeeze, pulling her closer to me. "We'll be okay." It's all I can think of to say, and I look to Cato for help. He stands up and walks over to Madge's other side, where he plops down next to her. She glances up at him and gives him the same smile.

"Thank you… for saving me back there. You could have left me." She mumbles, looking down at her hands in her lap.

Cato reaches for her chin and pulls her face up. "We would never have left you, Madge." She gives him another weak smile before letting her chin slip out of his grip. We just sit on either side of her in silence until Gale comes back with a few skinned rabbits.

"We shouldn't have to worry about a fire anymore, but to be on the safe side, I'm going to take these about half a mile north."

"I'll come with you." I state as I stand up. Cato and Gale both begin to protest, but I wrestle a few of the carcasses out of Gale's hand and make my way out of the cave without paying much attention to either of them. Madge and I are friends, of course, and I should feel bad about not wanting to be around her. I should want to stay with her and comfort her. But I just can't. I have no idea what to say to her. I've never been good in situations like that. So instead, I put my mind on things I know, like cooking rabbits.

"You didn't have to come. I am capable of cooking a few rabbits, you know." Gale mutters as he catches up to me. We are walking quickly and silently, and I can't help but feel like we're back home in our own woods. I itch for a bow, knowing we would eat much better if I had it.

"I needed to get out of there." I don't give any excuses, and I know he won't ask for them. After all, Gale knew me better than anyone else. Hell, he still might. I'm almost positive that he knows why I had to get out of the cave, and I'm thankful that he doesn't give me a guilt trip over it.

We stop in a small clearing and begin making our fire. Gale gathers wood that he knows won't produce too much smoke while I clear away all of the underbrush that smokes heavily. As we get our fire going, we hang the carcasses over the heat and lean against a rock, picking berries off of the bush next to it. I pop one in my mouth and let my teeth break the soft skin of the berry, letting the sweet juices fill my mouth. I smile to myself as I close my eyes to enjoy it.

I can hear Gale chuckle at me, and I turn to narrow my eyes at him. "What?" I spit at him.

"You must be the only person to get that excited over a berry." I roll my eyes at him and throw a handful of berries at his face. He catches a few in his mouth and I laugh. "Do you ever miss how things used to be?" He asks through a mouth full of berries.

"You mean having to hunt every day to make sure my family doesn't starve? Not so much." I joke with him but he turns to look at me seriously. "I guess I miss some things. Like when we used to spend all day in the woods." I smile, remembering those days, where we just laughed and talked like there wasn't a care in the world.

"Yeah, me too." He says quietly, reaching over to turn the meat over. We go back to relaxing against the rock until we're sure the meat has been cooked all the way. Gale grabs the now cooked meat and I put the fire out quickly. We walk back and snack on some more berries and we reach the cave in no time.

I spot Cato and Madge laughing, and I smile. I knew it was a good idea to leave him with her. They glance up to see us walking in and stand to meet us. We distribute the meat and dig in. Madge looks closely at it before taking a bite, but soon enough, she's cleaned the bones of their meat like the rest of us.

"So what's the plan?" Cato turns to Gale, who is starting on his second rabbit.

"We'll stay here for one more night to be sure we aren't being watched, and then we'll meet up with everyone else." He says matter of factly, taking a large bite out of his food.

"How do you know that they're all okay?" Cato asks again, his voice slightly cracking towards the end of the sentence.

"I just do." Gale says firmly, raising his eyes to meet Cato's stare.

"But how do you know the bombers didn't find them?" Cato asks more forcefully, not breaking their eye contact.

Gale's stare falters a little and he looks down. "I don't know that they didn't find them, but I know they are well hidden." And we drop that topic.

"This meat is really good." Madge mutters and we turn to look at her. She blushes, and turns back to her food, helping herself with a second rabbit.

We all laugh at her little outburst, and the tension in the air eases. With full bellies, we lean against the walls of the cave and stretch out. "So what are we supposed to do for a whole day?" I ask, realizing we need something to do to pass the time or it will seem like forever until we get to head towards our families.

"That's a good question." Cato asks, seeming to ponder my question.

"I vote we find some sort of bedding. I don't like waking up wet." Madge suggests and we all agree. We stand up to make our way out of the cave, when we feel the ground tremble again.

"Oh no." I whisper as we all freeze. Madge sinks back to the ground and puts her head between her knees, trying to force herself to stay calm. This bomb seemed much closer, and from the fear in Gale's face, it may be even closer than we'd like. I grab onto Cato's arm to steady myself, and realize that my knuckles are turning white. I let go, but his hand reaches for mine before I can drop it to my side.

We stay in those positions for about an hour, counting the bombs dropping. One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight. Some of them seem further away, as if they had to make sure they completely destroyed the bunker. But over half of them were much closer, and rattled me right down to my bones.

I want to look at Gale. I want to ask him if he thinks that our people have been found. But I can't seem to open my mouth. I can't even look away from the opening of the cave long enough to study Gale's face for answers.

We stand there, waiting for the sound of more bombs, but hear nothing. Madge is sobbing, and I sit down next to her and wrap my arms around her. I don't try to calm her down because I feel like I want to cry as well. Instead, I just sit there and listen to her cry, still staring at the opening of the cave.

Gale hasn't moved, but Cato comes to sit down next to me. He's silent and he doesn't quite touch me. I know he's thinking of his family right now, so I don't say anything to him either. He leans back against the wall of the cave and closes his eyes. It's almost completely silent, except for Madge's stifled sobbing.

Gale looks back at us and I can't see the expression on his face. "I have to go check on them." He begins to leave but I jump up and grab his arm.

"Are you insane? They could be watching, waiting for any survivors. You can't possibly go out there." I stammer. He tries to pull his arm out of my grip, but I dig my nails in.

"I have to know." His eyes cloud over, and I loosen my grip a little.

"But what if they are okay and you end up leading the hovercrafts right to them?" Cato murmurs from his spot next to Madge. She lifts her head to see Gale's reaction, although I'm not sure she can even see anything through her puffy eyes.

"That's why I'm going alone. I'll be a lot harder to spot alone than with the three of you coming with me." His voice is hollow, and I know I should let him go. He'll never stop blaming himself if anything happens to those people, and it will kill him not knowing for sure.

I sigh and release my grip. His eyes focus on my face and I embrace him quickly. "Be careful. And tell Prim I'm okay." I give him a light squeeze and he tries to give me a smile, but it comes out looking stiff and forced.

Madge hops up from her spot and runs over to us, taking my spot in Gale's arms. She hugs him tightly, burying her face into his chest. I step back and lower myself back next to Cato to give them space. He whispers something to her and she nods, and then whispers something back to him. He then gives her a quick kiss on the forehead before they release their embrace. He looks over at us and nods before stepping out into the light outside of the cave.

Madge just stands there for what seems like forever before turning back to us. As she sits down, she sort of chuckles to herself. "So does this mean that finding bedding is out of the question?"

This makes Cato and I laugh. I can't even control my laughter and soon, the three of us are laughing like we've heard the most hysterical thing ever. When we finally calm down, the tension from the bombing returns.

"I'll go find some. I think I have the perfect idea what we can use." I say, thinking of the thick, dry underbrush. It would make a nice barrier between our bodies and the rock floor of the cave.

"It's too dangerous. We can wait until night time." Cato suggests, but I shake him off.

"I'll be fine, I promise. And I won't stray too far away." I try to get up, but he grabs onto my arm and drags me back down.

"No. You can wait until night." He looks at me sternly and I sigh. I don't want to fight with him, especially in front of Madge. So I just cross my arms and stare straight ahead, trying to ignore him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me towards him. I don't struggle, but I stiffen up to make it a little harder on him. "You're cute when you pout." He whispers in my ear and I turn to glare at him.

"I'm mad at you." I try to say coldly, but I'm already warming back up to him. He just laughs and buries his face in my hair. I grumble and try to move away from him half-heartedly. But it's no use; he's much too strong for me.

I hear a sniffle, and realize Madge is still here. I force my way out of Cato's lap and give him a dirty look as I nod towards her. He seems to understand, but doesn't loosen his grip on me.

We sit in silence for the remainder of daylight. I worry about Gale and my family and the rest of the people from the bunker. I know Cato must be thinking the same thing. Madge cries every now and then, and I can't tell if it's because she's worried about Gale or if she's thinking about her family again. I wish there was something I could say, but even if I was the comforting type, I don't think I would have the energy to comfort her when I'm feeling like this.

As we watch the light from the opening of the cave fade, I begin to get antsy. I want to go outside and get some fresh air. I need to be away from this tension. And I'm starting to feel hungry again. It's too late for a fire, and I'm not sure I'd want to try to make one anyways. But there are enough edible plants around here to soothe my appetite.

"Am I allowed to go outside now?" I ask sarcastically and Cato just shakes his head at me.

"I think I'll come with you." He says firmly, but speaks again before I have a chance to object. "What about you, Madge? You up for some fresh air?" She grins at him, but shakes her head.

"I think I'll stay here and man the fort. But make sure you bring enough bedding for four." I know she's worrying about Gale now, as am I. We nod and Cato stands up first, turning to lend me a helping hand. I take it, and he lifts me off the ground. We walk quietly out of the cave, and lace our fingers together.

"I want to pick some food, so if you want to gather the bedding…" I start, but his lips are against mine before I can finish. He presses my back against a tree and I can feel the hunger in his mouth.

When we finally break apart, I give him a questioning look. He just grins at me sheepishly. "Sorry, I've wanted to do that all day. I missed your lips." I playfully slap his chest and he kisses me again, this time much softer than before. "I'm just so glad that we got out of there together. I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

I smile at him and then hug him tightly. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't gotten out of there with him either. "Ditto." I stand on my toes so I can peck him on the cheek before releasing myself from his grip. "So, how about going to gather that bedding? I don't want to leave Madge alone for too long." He nods and I smile at him, glad that he understands. "Okay, so if you want to start scooping up some of that thicker underbrush, that would be great. Just make sure it isn't noticeable."

He does as I directed, and I begin to wander around, searching for something for us to eat. I ask Cato for his shirt and he grins cockily at me. "What for?"

"I need something to carry the food in." I look at him sternly, trying not to smile as he wiggles his eyebrows for me and peels his shirt off. My cheeks burn as I admire his torso in the moonlight. He throws his shirt at my face, and it hits me because I'm much too interested in his bare chest. He laughs and I shoot him a playfully hurt look before turning to make a makeshift pack for the food. Once I'm finished gathering enough food, I start to help him pick up enough bedding for a nice, soft bed tonight.

We make our way back to the cave with armfuls of the underbrush. We're almost back to the mouth of the cave when I hear footsteps in the woods around us. I freeze, and Cato stops to turn and look at me. I motion for him to be quiet, and soon he can hear the footsteps as well. I slowly place my armful on the ground and search for a rock or something for protection. Cato does the same as the footsteps come closer.

My heart stops as I run through all of the possibilities. Gale could have gotten caught and now they're coming after us. Maybe they've already gotten Madge. My blood runs cold as I hear the footsteps moving even closer, and I strain to see the shape of the person who is now coming from behind a tree in between us and the mouth of the cave. Before I can do anything, Cato runs from my side and tackles the figure. I hear a grunt and run over to them, surprised to see that I know the mysterious figure.