Thresh Hunger Games Novels & Stories

She didn't know how long it had been since she last ate, only that it had been two full days since it was dark again and then light again, and she was hungry. Is she going to starve to death here? That jerk Nathan, did he want to kill her again? With this in mind, Thea's hatred towards Nathan grew even stronger. Until Thea's vision went black and her consciousness began to blur. Suddenly, there came the sound of someone kicking the door downstairs. Then came a series of hurried footsteps running steadily upstairs. "Thea." A familiar sound approached gradually. Thea's eyelids drooped, and she struggled to keep them open. However, the overwhelming sense of weakness throughout her body caused b

Joshua explained, "You've been trapped there for far too long, and it's taken too much from you. You need to rest. Here's my ration. You need to eat something. I have to go now. The team's waiting for me, but I'll be back." Joshua went away in a hurry. I looked at the plate. Hardtacks, water, and a couple of dried dates. The apocalypse’s freezing weather was hard to endure—even for metahumans. This was the best the team could manage, given the food shortage. The food was cold, but my heart was warm. 'Maybe he still cares about me,' I thought. 'But what's going on with him and Irene? Is Joshua cheating on me?' I was going to tear the hardtack's wrappings open when someone outside complained,

Several seconds later, all that was left was the sound of the zombies groaning and blood on the ground. I signaled to my family for them to remain quiet. The zombies would search for new targets since the people in the yard were dead. When they couldn't find any living beings, they would head outside to continue roaming. Once the zombies were gone, Emmett and I hurried outside to shut the gate. We used cupboards and armoires to fortify it. It wasn't as strong as it originally would have been, but at least it would hold out for some time. … Another two weeks passed. We had about a third of our food supplies left, and it started snowing. In my past life, this snow had lasted for a month. The a

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

Meager shares now are better than full shares for a little bit and then nothing. If the food runs out, this place won't last long. The survivors and soldiers won't be able to keep up their stamina, and then we'll be overrun in a heartbeat. I can only imagine how much destruction will happen if just one creature manages to make its way into the fortified school. Just thinking about the chaos, the bloodshed, and the destruction makes me sick to my stomach, and I can feel my appetite failing. But this is the end of the world, and I can't afford to not eat...just in case.

The campfire flickered and spat, its orange glow throwing dancing shadows across the walls of the ancient arena. They huddled close around the flames, eating hot canned soup from battered tin bowls. The aroma was faint—more metallic than comforting. Terry scowled at his meal, stirring it halfheartedly with a spoon. “Not chicken soup again? Why can’t we have normal food for a change?” Lizzi didn’t look up from her laptop. “Do you see a Hungry Jack’s around here?”

He didn’t notice the way my tone clipped, or maybe he did and chose to ignore it. “The Thornevales,” he continued, his voice growing more intense, “they sit on a throne built from the blood of everyone beneath them. You know it. You’ve seen it. They let the hungry starve. They watch people beg for healing, for shelter, for a chance and they look the other way unless that person has a little power they can use. Or worse—unless they’re useful for manipulation.” He spat the word like it tasted sour in his mouth. But I was also adamant.

She offered Rain a stick of dried meat, and she took it, not realizing how hungry she was until after she took the first bite. Mist pressed a button on the tent and it folded itself back into a more manageable size so she could shove it in her pack. Since they’d eaten and drank some of the water, there was more room in there now than there had been before. For a moment, thoughts of how far they had to go became overwhelming. What if they couldn’t find food? They had hydration pills and protein packs, as well as nutrient pills, but that wouldn’t do anything against the sensations of hunger pains or thirst. Rain took some deep breaths, realizing she was letting her thoughts get away from her.

I hurled myself at the door, pounding until my fists bruised. “Open this!!! OPEN IT!” There was no answer. Hours bled together and the moon climbed higher, its cold light pooling on the floor as I slid down the wall. My throat was raw from screaming. The room smelled of dust and desperation. The lock finally rattled like someone was opening it. Thane entered with a tray…steaming stew, fresh bread and a cup of tea. He set it on the dresser as he gazed at me. “Eat.” I didn’t move and I didn't soeak.

Marcus Thorne stood at the intersection of what had been a residential district in South Mumbai, his golden shield expanded to maximum diameter, sweat pouring down his face despite the sub-zero temperature radiating from the entity consuming the city behind him. The Hungry was no longer a contained ball of compressed want. It had shed its junk-data shell like a snake molting, and what emerged was a forty-foot-tall mass of writhing need that moved by literally eating the space in front of it. Buildings did not collapse as it passed. They simply ceased to have ever existed, the concept of their presence devoured along with their physical structure. "Haley!" Marcus bellowed into his comms while