Disclaimer: I am not paid to write anything

So obviously this would look like the end, but I don't think so. I'll either go back and write things from Katniss's first games or I may write about Gale's dealings. This isn't the end, but we might be getting close. I knew that this wasn't going to last long, not because I don't enjoy it, but it's just not a long story

Madge stared as the hovercraft picked Katniss out of the arena. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she tried to figure out what was going on. Who had taken her out? Where were they going? Were they friend or foe? The sound of sirens interrupted her thoughts. Gale turned to face her with an urgent look in his eyes.

"Gather up everyone you can and get them to the woods," he commanded. He took off at a run out of the house. Madge paused for a moment. The only other person in her house at the moment was her mother. Someone would need to carry her. Madge couldn't do it on her own. She would find someone to do it – maybe Gale when he finished helping other people.

Her thoughts became muddled as she entered the streets. People were running around with no clear idea of the danger or where they should go. Mother's held children. Husband held wives. Old couples gripped each other tighter than Madge thought possible before. She ran up to one small family.

"Go!" she commanded. "Go to the woods. Find Gale Hawthorne. He'll lead the way."

She repeated this to many other families. Some listened and instantly obeyed. Others took some convincing. Still others, pushed her away with hostility. She wished that she could save everyone, but she couldn't waste time on one family. Her duty was to save as many people as possible. The first bomb hit.

The ground shook and shrapnel fell on everyone in its path. Madge stared up at where it hit. She knew that side of town very well. It was the side that smelled the best. It was the part with the…bakery. Her heart broke for Peeta who, at the moment, probably had no idea what was happening to his home. She cleared her head, ignored the pain of the cuts from the shrapnel covering her body, and got back to work. She started directing an old couple towards the woods when she heard it.

She couldn't tell what it was the sound of at first, but it soon became clear. It was the sound of marching. An army of peacekeepers was working their way through the streets, shooting at anything that moved. She ducked behind a building and took a breath. She was living in a nightmare. Nothing could possibly be worse than this. Her scream was stifled as she felt a hand cover her mouth.

"Shh," Gale whispered. "It's me." Madge flew around and threw her arms around Gale pressing desperate kisses onto his face.

"I'm so scared," she sniveled. "I'm so scared. I'm so scared. I'm so scared."

"I know," Gale consoled her. He rubbed a hand threw her blonde hair and rubbed the tears off of her face. She hadn't even noticed that they were there. "There's a back way to the woods. This way." He gestured with his head.

"What about the people?" Madge cried quietly. "There's so many still out there."

"We've got the majority in the woods," Gale explained. "We'll wait until the Peacekeepers disperse and go back out. It'll be okay. Let's go." He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the woods.

Most of the members of District Twelve were sobbing. Their homes would be destroyed. Their families, jobs, friends, and lives would be changed forever. Nothing would ever be the same. Family members were running around frantically searching for missing members. Madge searched for friendly faces. Most of her friends were there, but she couldn't stomach going up to them. Each one looked like they were missing someone. Madge was suddenly reminded of something.

"Gale!" she cried. "I was going to ask you to get my mom! She's still in there I forgot all about her!" People were started to stare as she screamed and fell into Gale's arms.

"Madge," Gale said sternly. "Everyone is missing someone. We'll get her after the Peacekeepers. They won't find her if she stays in her room." Madge nodded and gulped back more tears. She went and stood by the fence to watch the Peacekeepers leave. Gale couldn't say that it was much safer than being in the District itself, but he didn't have the heart to tear her away. He hadn't seen her father either.

The last of the Peacekeepers had dispersed, and many of the civilians were ready to run back in to look for loved ones. Gale did his best to hold them back. Something told him that it wasn't over.

"Madge," he said. "Go into the city quickly and look for more people. Send them here. I'll send help for the sick and injured in a little bit. I want to take a head count first. If there is the tiniest sign of danger, come straight back." Madge nodded.

"I'll do it," she agreed. She ducked under the fence and started for the town.

"Madge," Gale called out to her. She slowly turned around. "I love you."

"I love you too," Madge smiled. She brought a hand to her stomach. It was a sign that only Gale would understand. They hadn't told anyone else about her pregnancy. He smiled at the gesture and nodded. She turned and started to run towards the town again. Gale heard a tell tale whistle.

"Get back from the fence," he growled. "Get back!" People ran for better cover in the woods.

"Madge!" he screamed hoping that she had time to turn back. She turned to look at him one last time. The second bomb hit. Madge and Gale's unborn child were killed immediately.

Gale felt strong arms holding him back as he tried to run towards the fence. He screamed and cried like a baby, but he couldn't control himself. It was his fault. He had sent Madge back out. He could have kept her back longer. He should have recognized the sound of bombs sooner. He should have assumed that the worst wasn't over. He should have gone out instead of her. He should have at least gone out with her so that he could die with her.

Gale found that he was suddenly sitting and that people were moving away from him. His mother came to sit next to him. She wrapped her arms around her baby boy the way she hadn't since he was very young. He curled up into her and sobbed harder than he could ever remember. He doubted that he ever had cried this hard.

"It's okay," his mother comforted him. "It's over."

"She was pregnant," Gale choked. "I'm so sorry. I got her pregnant." It felt right to admit it to his mother. He didn't want it to be a secret from her any longer.

"Honey," she consoled. "I'm not angry at you. You're so brave."

"I'm broken. I'm broken. I'm broken," he chanted. He remembered that his mother had, at one point, gone through something similar. "Is this how it felt when Dad died?" His mother paused for a moment.

"Sweetheart," she started. "I can't imagine your pain. I didn't see your father die. It's alright for you to hurt right now. Mommy's got you."

Gale fell silent and continued to cry. He remembered how inconsolable his mother had been when his father had died. He imagined that he possibly looked worse than she had. She hadn't stipulated her husband's death. He had killed Madge, and for that he would never forgive himself.