Backpack Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The sky was a cool, cloudless blue, and I felt an imagined chill as I leapt out of the truck. I felt a pang of sympathy for Kathrena as she stumbled. She was weighed down by her unnecessarily large backpack, filled to the brim with various books, notepads, and fineliners, and it slipped from her shoulder and onto the gravel. I swept around to the passenger side, and, too swiftly for her to protest, grabbed her bag up from the ground. “Hey –“ she started, and then she paused, as though her brain had just caught up with her mouth. “Thanks,” she said, though she wouldn’t meet my eye.

She was obviously taller and weightier than me, even though she was as slim as fuck, but it was the bag she dragged off her back that got my attention. It was a pink girly backpack that matched her earrings, one that made me cringe since I hated bright colors, especially pink. She opened the backpack, looking around her once and barely giving me the chance to quickly hide back in the bushes. She didn’t notice me, probably so disoriented by whatever was bothering her, and I took a sigh of relief.

“I saw women and children running that way. I’m sure they’re still there.” Max nodded, expression grim, but there was a part of him that looked relieved to finally have a goal. He was carrying a backpack, I knew he’d grabbed it from his own room. Inside: clothes, food, water... the basics for what would be a long journey. He didn’t say anything, but he seemed more focused now. I had a backpack too. Mine was lighter, with just a few food items and water bottles. I didn’t want to carry more than I had to not when all I wanted was to get this over with, reach the shelter, and make sure the ones who were left were safe.

Roll up single person tent, tent footprint, and inflatable sleeping pad with pillow, check. Heaving the large backpack that’s as big as my entire torso onto my back with a grunt and second guess the number of items I’ve packed, feeling the weight prying down on my shoulders. Thankfully, the metal framed backpack is fitted with padded torso and chest straps, relieving the bulk of the weight off of my shoulders. I’m not planning for an overnight hike, but it’s already after nine in the morning, and I’ll be lucky to arrive at the trailheads by 11 am. Better to be safe than sorry. Initially I wanted to start my hike between nine and ten a.m. at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night fin

"You packed four bags for a three day trip," Noah said, staring at the pile of luggage Camille was loading into the trunk. "Two are Yuna's." "I only have one," Yuna said. Camille pointed at a duffel bag and a backpack. "Both yours." "The backpack is just snacks." Noah looked at the backpack. It was enormous. "That is not a snack bag. That is a crisis bag." "Snacks are a crisis management tool," Yuna said, climbing into the passenger seat. "I read that somewhere."

"Supplies of course. It contains everything you'll need on your trip, I packed it secretly since I knew you were going to come to me. You didn't really think you could wander into the Forbidden Zone empty handed, did you? The harsh environment there would kill you even before the traps. It contains food that'll last the both of you for five days if managed appropriately, some water, a change of clothes, sleeping bags, a compass, a blanket and a few other things you might need." She enlisted. "You really did prepare. Thank you so much, I have no idea what I would have done without your help." I voiced gratefully as Axel moved forward and picked up the backpack before hanging it over his shoul

yielded to a sharp kick. It was a jackpot. Shelves lined with giant #10 cans of vegetables, fruits, and soups. Bags of rice and beans, sealed in heavy plastic bins to protect against pests. Salt, sugar, giant containers of oil. It was more than we could carry, but we could take the essentials. I shoved several of the heaviest cans into my backpack, the weight a welcome burden. I found a case of water bottles, untouched, and took as many as I could carry. My thirty minutes were almost up. I had to get back.

A slow, wicked smile crept across her face. Adrian pushed the door open slowly, the hinges creaking softly in the quiet house. His steps were heavy, almost dragging, and in his hand was a beautiful backpack, bright red and white, decorated with cartoon prints Hazel had once begged for in the store. He had thought it would make her smile. But the scene that greeted him broke him deeper than he expected.

They rushed over to him and found him holding a small backpack. "It's Nathan's backpack," Aiden told them. Aiden opened it and began shuffling through its contents. He found a few energy bars, a bottle of water, socks, and Nate's baseball mitts. "This looks bad," Taryn said shakily. "Let's hope it's not as bad as it looks," Liam stated. "Let's show this to the others," Aiden suggested. Aiden brought the backpack to the others, and Katherine was petrified.

I’d packed light, like he said. The backpack, miraculously returned by one of his trusted guards, was slung over one shoulder. Inside: the med kit (still half-full), the half-empty water bottle, a spare tunic and leggings Genesis had given me, a small pouch of dried meat and hard bread from the kitchens, and the gray fur cloak folded neatly on top. No phone. No wallet. No proof I’d ever lived anywhere but here. Genesis appeared in the doorway without a sound, dressed in dark leathers, a hooded cloak of his own, a short sword strapped to his back and a dagger at his hip. He carried a small satchel and a rolled blanket.