Backpack Hunger Games นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Harry was extremely selfish, he’d use her hard-earned money for his parties or spend them betting on things. Sitting up straight, she opens the zipper of her backpack and turned it upside down, and emptied all of its contents. In a hurry, she had packed only a few of her clothes. The majority of the stuff was her medical books, stethoscope, her uniform, and two sets of aprons. She took her wallet and opened it to see how much money she had. Pulling out the green dollar bills, she counted them and sighed when she realized, she won’t be able to survive for more than two days and only if she skipped her food. No matter how much of a cheap place she choose, it still was expensive for her taste a

Done, I wear and lace up my boots tight, double-knotting them before grabbing a backpack from my suitcase. This time around, I'm going in prepared. This round is going to be harder, and the rules for this round support carrying enough supplies as much as you need. Downside: My opponents are equally going to be stashed too. After unzipping the backpack, I begin throwing in some handy things I'll need. Ropes. Water bottles. Energy bars. A small first aid kit. A flashlight. A mini flamethrower. A folding knife tucked into the side pocket where I can reach it quickly.

he rumbled. “What about it?” I cocked my head. “They have it,” he said. And that’s when it hit me—my backpack, with my spare clothes, my stash of jerky, my emergency toothbrush—was in enemy hands. Which meant they were now in possession of a pair of neon pink pajama pants with cartoon ducks on them. The ultimate humiliation. I tried to ignore the little pulse of panic in my chest, so I defaulted to my favorite coping mechanism: sass. “Well, congratulations to them. Now the Black Fang assassins can lounge around in style.”

But Yorick is part of her team. “Hacker, where’s the rest of the team?” Raptor asks. I look back at the monitors as Wendy hits several bumps in the road. “Keep it steady, Sphinx!” I tell her. “Trying,” she says. “They’re still too far out,” I tell him. “He had a headstart on us.” I begin searching the land for heat sources. “Hijack, did you connect the security system to the new packhouse?” I ask, my stomach twisting into knots.

I did not have plans of doing that but wanted to have the option in case it was needed. I put everything together in a plastic grocery bag and took everything out of my backpack so I could shove it into the bottom before placing the books and notebooks back on top of it all. Before it was over, this damn backpack was gonna weigh fifty pounds and leave me a hunchback. Remember to lift with your knees, Aurora.

Sarreth added that I could not understand. Ah, we are now on our way to meet that mysterious goddess of mine and yes, Sam gave me a backpack. It’s just not a normal backpack because of a lot of stuff inside. Of course, I could feel the weight of the backpack Sam had given me. The backpack is black with no design. Only the silver zipper holder is the unique color that I liked. And locker? The fuck is locker, anyway? I stared at the black card I was holding. What is this card for? Why do I have a name here?

Cassie - Once I get back to my room I empty the bag Thomas packed for me with Luna’s help and check that everything I need is in there. It is a large hiking backpack which seems big enough to hold me with my belongings, but it has comfy straps and I am able to secure it to my back easily enough. I re-pack the bag and add a couple of extras that were missing, then I call for Dr Thorne, asking him to bring me medication for my travels. He brings them to me, explains what to take when and leaves again quickly, as he has a patient waiting on him.

Perhaps some of them changed their name and identity like Gwen's father did. We've been walking for twelve hours. We stopped to rest. I took my water can from my backpack—I'll prefer to call it a survival pack because it contained all the necessary things: water, a flashlight, glucose, edibles enough for three days, a knife, a lighter, a blanket, a little map of the Silverwood Grove to point us in the right direction and so on. Gwen struggled to open the zip of her backpack. I think it's stuck. She kicked the bag with her feet in frustration. I went to her and picked up the bag. I helped her unzip it then dropped her backpack at her feet. "Everything will be fine, Gwen."

Renee wanted to put it back to the backpack, but Dante took it. "For such an important item, it's better for me to keep it. For you to keep it, I believe you'll lose it in a few days." "You're right. I'm not good at keeping things. It will be safer for you to keep it. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?" Without having lunch, Dante did become hungry after climbing up and down. He looked at Renee, who opened the backpack as if she were opening a treasure case, taking out two bottles of energy drinks, a hot water kettle, two barrels of instant noodles, some chicken wings and duck necks, and an instant hot pot...

It would not have been able to hide so well within the torso of the corpse if it had been. The backpack, which had two zip locks and two pockets that separated the front and back, was only the size of a typical school bag. Mike let go of the two zip locks without being able to control himself. It was disappointing what was inside. An old book, three cans, and a bottle of distilled water Mike's expectations for money and equipment in-game were definitely not met by this. But then he came to a different conclusion. He was currently in the first dungeon, which, in accordance with any typical game rules, basically meant he was in Beginner's Village, despite the fact that he was playing an underg