Backpack Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“I brought some pain relievers with me if you want to drink them.” “Um…is that what you have in your backpack?” I can’t help but wonder while looking at the atrociously large backpack that he has strapped to his back. I have not seen him carrying anything other than his weapon. In fact, I don’t even see him carrying anything when attending classes. “Didn’t you say that we’re going to town with Holly? You look like you are about to go on vacation. What do you have in there anyway?” Ajax purses his lips and looks away. “Just stuffs…”

It really is a long way from the city. A part of me is glad I found her. God knows how far she was willing to go. Her backpack was heavy. She covered her bases- a toothbrush, toothpaste, a small towel, some lotion, bodywash, a little body spray, a wallet with some money, a notebook, tablet, charger, two extra dresses and some snacks.

"Are you off your nut? Your a beauty Amaris there is no denying that, but you are not the pied piper? These men will not follow you blindly and do exactly what you want. May I also remind you that they have guns and now explosives." "Its all fine. Come on grab a backpack. Get some water bottles and food. I don't know if the guys have eaten. Did I see a knife over there?" Amaris directed Anna to the small table at the back of the tent that held some small items. A small knife, brass knuckles, zip ties, and electrical tape. "This looks like a kidnap kit. Whose is this anyway?" Anna asked as she swept all of it into the backpack. Amaris shrugged. She had no idea, and at the moment

No battery life left; my backpack felt heavy on my back, and for a moment I considered dropping it, but I breathed deep and tried gathering strength. ‘Come on, Reyna, you can do this,'I s said to myself, taking a step forward and grinned when I saw civilization. I put more spring to my steps and hurried down the hills, shouldering my backpack carefully not to let it slip off my tired shoulder. The sky rumbled, and lightning flashed in the sky.

It was all in her mind. Except there weren’t any pink elephants. Which left her with a stinky dead giant with two too many heads, and a really hot guy who thought they were going somewhere. Macky, when I get through with you, you'll wish you just mailed me the damn book for free, she thought. And then, because she couldn’t think of a good reason not to, she went to pack some food. The bag proved to be a single-strap rucksack, and the provisions at hand were heavy on the hard rolls, dried protein—she didn’t ask, didn’t want to know—and trail mix.

A scarf and hat were thrust on me and I felt like a human furnace. Howen showed me the rest of the backpack. A map, spares clothes and a heap of dried, wrapped food. A small can of fuel for lighting fires, matches. Water bottle. Torch. Ropes. Sleeping bag. A full mini kit to get me south. In return I dived into my hooded top pocket and retrieved two envelopes. One went in the pocket of my leather jacket, the other to Howen.

Her big backpack was weighing her down. After a long walk, she finally saw her locker. Heaving a sigh of relief, she opened it with the key in her hand and emptied all the stuff from her backpack into it, leaving only a few books and writing materials in the bag. Her backpack felt less heavy now, and she felt much lighter. She could afford to carry it on one shoulder without dislocating her shoulder blade, which is exactly what she did. As she flung it on her right shoulder and slammed the locker shut, securing it with the keys, the bell rang, and the once crowded hallway was completely empty in a matter of seconds.

He’s standing under the tree, grinning like he just won the lottery, holding a bundle of small backpacks in his hands. “Well done. You’re halfway,” he announces, his voice annoyingly cheerful. “For the descent, you’re all going to need one of these.” He holds out a backpack, and my stomach drops. The pack looks small enough, but there’s no way this is just some casual accessory. There’s a catch. There’s always a catch. I step forward and grab one, and the second I lift it, my arm nearly gets yanked out of its socket. It’s weighted. Of course, it’s fucking weighted.

People who saw the injustice, even if they couldn’t speak against it openly. Marcus pulled up the rope, revealing a sturdy backpack attached to the end. He lowered it to me carefully. I grabbed it and set it on the floor. He gave me a final nod, then climbed back up the rope and disappeared into the night. I waited a few minutes, then opened the backpack. Inside I found: Sturdy traveling clothes (much better than the thin dress I was wearing) A warm cloak Dried food and water supplies A hunting knife A fire-starting kit A compass

“Every second we hesitate, Ryan and his… cult are making moves. And not just for the artifact—our pack is at stake, Nathan. Our children are at stake, too.” His intense gaze followed me as I moved to the doorway, grabbing my old backpack off of the hook. I made my way into the kitchen, where I began filling the backpack with some necessities; an apple, a granola bar, a bottle of water. My eyes fell on a large kitchen knife in the drawer. I stared at it for a moment, chewing my lip and pondering whether I should bring it, before I finally relented and slipped it into my backpack. Just in case.