Invincible Backpack Novels & Stories

She grins, kissing me before I walk off to speak to some of the warriors. I keep one eye on Allie and Ruby all the time while discussing the news of Gina with my warriors, and we decide she is too big of a risk having here. One of them quickly leaves my side and escorts her off the campsite with her screams and obscenities as the consequence. I shake my head, watching Allie bend down and pick something up off the ground. She says something to Ruby before they move on. “Alpha we found something.” A warrior says from a pile of rubble. I walk over there and crouch down to see what he got. In the pile there is a small pink backpack, muddy and worn, but otherwise unscattered.

A pair of white Jordan with sky blue designs sat beneath the cloth compartment- the perfect footwear for a stealthy mission as this. With my heart thumping a megawatt, I collected a couple of shirts, jeans, and undies from the metal hangers, stuffing them into a backpack I pulled from its lying position beside the pair of Jordan. If I was caught packing up, I might as well share the cold dungeon with Madeline for the rest of my fucked up life.

And of course my leather jacket and light blue converse. I also grab a plain white bikini, a towel, some sunscreen and a pair of black sunglasses with a golden frame in my backpack for the trip to the beach after school. I decide to take a pack of dried seaweed with me as well in case I get hungry later on. I believe that's all I need so I put my light purple and white backpack over my right shoulder before I walk out of my apartment and lock it after me.

asked Doctor Catherine to confirm. "Yeah I'm fine Doc," replied Eren as he rolled back his sleeves. "Eren, I'll give you a bag," said Professor Alex as he handed a black backpack to Eren. “In this bag, there is money that is valid for the year two thousand and twentieth. I also keep a firearm. This is for you in case something happens out there," said Professor Alex. "Okay Prof. Thank you," said Eren. Eren immediately put the backpack on his back. “Alright, all preparations are complete. Now we just have to meet with world officials through virtual meetings. Are you ready Eren?” asked Professor Alex.

His normally easy smile on his clean-shaven face seemed forced. "Beloved," he said as he stopped in front of me. "Cole." I nodded in greeting. "I have something for you. We were going to give it to you tonight with a big party, but I think it might come in useful now." He held out a leather jacket in my size with the Ardor Brother's crest on the back of it. I accepted it running my fingers over the embroidery. "Wow, thank you." "It's from all of us. It has a Kevlar built into it. Normally it's supposed to protect from falls from a bike, but it also comes in handy with light shrapnel. Not a direct hit, though."

I stood in front of the massive shell of the escape pod and grabbed my Tool backpack. From the overlapping bark scales of the dead emerald Pirschers I had light but extremely resistant breastpanzers for Nova and Silas improvises, held together by the tear-resistant parachute cables. “We can’t take everything,” I said and weighed the heavy plasma burner in the hand, before I put him sighing to the pile with the things we have had to leave. “We are limited to survival equipment. Kinetics Weapons, ammunition, thermal cutters, water filters and emergency pharmacies.”

There’s a black backpack that looks like it has been torn to shreds. “Must have been a bear,” I suggest. “Some poor hiker left food in his pack.” Kelly shakes her head. “I thought that at first, too,” she says. “But look closer.” I let go of Emma’s soft hand, and she moved in close to Kelly to look at the footprints while I pick up what’s left of the backpack. I catch my breath when I see it–a shiny silver logo on what is left of the cloth. “That’s right,” Kelly says, sensing my shock. “It’s them.”

I grabbed my backpack off the wooden shelf and began cramming it full of water filters, medical bandages and extra gun ammo. I walked past the glass control room glancing one last time at the camera screen that was on the wall. Outside in the dirt yard Marcus and Evelyn were sitting with their backs against the concrete wall shaking from the cold morning air completely unaware that the blue shield that was keeping them alive was about to stop working forever. I didn't turn on the microphone. I didn't speak a word to them. I pulled the backpack straps tight, against my shoulders, picked up my iron rifle from the table and walked straight toward the small side exit.

Reeds rustled in the wind, sounding like dry whispers. "Welcome to the Zone," Marcus grunted, checking the seal on his heavy helmet. He looked like a juggernaut, his massive frame encased in black armor plates. They unloaded the gear. A pair of rigid-hull inflatable boats. Crates of ammo. And the specialized containment unit for the Titan Heart.

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.”