A/N: As always, I do not own The Hunger Games, Panem or anything you recognise in this story. I literally only own my plot line, my characters (Allie, Cat, the gangs and any other OCs that may crop up in here...) and my obsession with the beautiful Hayffie. Not them, my obsession, that has to be clear. This goes out to the two most awesome friends, my IRL non-bio sister RandomNerdyKilljoy, and my internet and FanFiction friend, Phoenixsword24. (Check out Killjoy's works on Wattpad, she's a fab writer, and Phoenix's work, he's an amazing writer!) Enough of my chatter, on with the new chapter!

Chapter Two: Searching

"Come on, we've already found all the corpses," Allie sighs, tired from lifting so many corpses. That grenade had done better than she'd originally thought it would.

"I'm not looking for corpses, Allie, we've already chucked about three hundred of them over bridges. I'm just imagining Snow's face on these bits of concrete," her friend grins, a glint of crazy in her eyes.

"Yeah, that's a great idea. Shame we can't just kick him in the face," Allie agrees.

Her friend laughs and brushes a strand of bubblegum pink hair from her face. "Okay, then, what say you we go find another group of his supporters, hide in a building that wasn't totally wrecked by the bombs the Capitol chucked and throw bits of his old campaign posters at them?" she grins, grabbing Allie's wrists.

"Is that such a good idea? The last time we got into that, they threw rocks."

"And? We threw that grenade. They run like one-footed geese! It's like their pants are squeezing in a bad way," she giggles.

"That's true. Come on, then," Allie laughs and runs with her. "Do you still have charge on your phone?"

"Yeah, but who would we call? We're alone."

"Alone, you say?" asks a deep voice.

"What's it to you?" Allie asks.

"Well, now that we know you're alone, girls..." the speaker says, stepping out of his hiding place, three more people following.

"Oh, God. Allie?" her friend asks.

"Yeah?" Allie whispers.

"Run, woman!" her friend yells and chucks a brick at the leader, then grabs Allie's hand and runs with her. "Eat our dust, peasants!"

"Are you insane?!" Allie asks, running with her.

"Quite possibly," her friend laughs breathlessly.

"Oi, girls!" a voice up ahead shouts.

Allie and her friend stop dead. "Oh, no..." both girls whimper simultaneously.

"What do we do?"

Allie spots the rubble and says "Run and climb."

Nodding, the two start scrambling up over the rubble. "Give us your money, you little brats!"

"Kiss it!" Allie yells as they run.

Another of their comrades captures the girl with pink hair, taking her purse out of her bag and throwing the money to the leader of their gang, while another takes Allie's purse. "You're free to go," they tell the girls.

Both of them share shocked looks, then the girl with pink hair growls "You're on my hit list, all of you."

"Don't!" Allie exclaims.

"Not yet, genius," her friend sighs in exasperation. "Who knows who's watching? And anyway, we now need money. Come on."

"What do we do now?" Allie asks.

"Find a gun, what else? Oh, holy mother of mercy, what did I step o- Oh! Ohh, my God, it's a Peacekeeper corpse! Oh, eww, God, it's a rotten corpse!" her friend squeaks.

Allie bends down and finds the two guns, fully loaded. "Take one of these. We're defended, if penniless."

"That's what you think. That's what those dumb apes back there think," her friend smirks, taking the gun.

"What? How do you mean?" Allie asks.

"Let's just say I didn't keep my money or my bank card in my purse," her friend grins.

"Talk like a human, not a sphinx," Allie sighs.

"We're at war, in a rough part of the City and you think I'm gonna keep my money somewhere obvious?! God, woman, no!"

"You had money in your purse," Allie points out.

"Yeah, enough to fork out for Mountain Dew and some food. The rest of it is-"

She's cut off by a distant scream of "Monopoly money?!"

Allie bursts out laughing. "Monopoly money?!" she exclaims, laughing.

"Monopoly money!" her friend confirms, laughing. "Don't worry, I have your card, too."

"You're a mad woman, you know," Allie laughs.

"Yeah, I know," her friend grins. "Hey, look, Snow-pporters! I still have some broken boards."

"Come on, then. There's a building over there," Allie points out.