Thresh Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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

But as I gestured to the meager food, my teammates rose one by one, finding the will to take another step forward into the darkness that awaited us. Wordlessly, we shuffled over and knelt by the plates, each picking up a spoon to reluctantly dig into the putrid meal. We gathered around the food trays, eating our meager breakfast in silence. Haley pushed the bowl away half-eaten, her tone filled with disgust. "This stew is revolting," she muttered, "How can they expect us to survive on this slop?" Her voice wavered slightly, betraying a growing sense of desperation beneath the anger.

“Sir, I’m hungry.” Hattie stared at Lucas, a little embarrassed. She was both hungry and thirsty now. Lucas thought, ‘I never owed you anything in my past life, and I’m your savior. Why am l like this?’ Then Lucas retrieved a box of food from the System Space. Hattie ate while watching it. Her eyes lit up as her greedy face stared at it. Hattie started eating and drinking, but Lucas did not have an appetite. He truly did not understand why there would suddenly be so many zombies.

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.

Does she have to starve while living here? Not even water could quench her hunger anymore. She needed food to be alive. Scarlett had been famished before too, trying to catch the attention of her uncle and aunt, she worked hard for days, sometimes even ignoring her meals. But, it wasn't this long ever. She had been foodless almost for twenty-four hours now. Her limbs were supported by the excessive fat in her body, yet not too long that would continue. Suddenly, the door of the dungeon opened, revealing one female warrior. She entered with a plate in her hand, watching her in disdain.

Heather POV The Thatcher brothers had done a pretty good job of cooking supper. They made burgers and sausages as well as pulling out the last of the macaroni and potato salad. It wasn’t anything fancy, but hey, I didn’t have to cook it. There wasn’t anyone from the Silver River pack that was staying with us tonight. There were only about twenty or so of us left. The ten of us, along with the Thatcher brothers and a few others. A bunch of the guys had started up a game of volleyball after everything from supper had been cleaned up. I was sitting on the grass watching the game with Dawn when she leaned over and put her head on my shoulder, letting out a big sigh. “Ok what’s up? Even though yo

I'm not too sure. My throat burns from chain smoking cigarette after cigarette, trying to get the nerves in my body to relax, but given the situation, it's obviously not working. I try not to look at my phone or the picture he sent me of her naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed to the bed, but my eyes keep darting back to it. It makes me sick to my fucking stomach, and holding the vomit down is harder than I thought it would be. I rush over to the garbage can in the kitchen just in time for the throw-up to erupt right into the bag.

Reyes and the camp maids, they’ve heard every single biting word. Kate’s face turns scarlet. She hurries to the door to disappear and retreat across the eight yards to her room in the 2nd house, the Latte House. As she swings open the door of the Main House, out of the corner of her eyes, she sees one person, Nathan, raise his right hand in the three-finger salute from Hunger Games.

But somewhere beneath that hate, an ache lingered, an ache that whispered maybe, just maybe, even monsters could pretend to care. A sudden creak at the door yanked her back. She jerked around, half-expecting Rob again. But it was only silence. She turned back to the table, forced her legs to hold her weight as she stared at the miserable food. Her stomach twisted in protest, but hunger won. She picked up the fork and shoved a bite into her mouth. It tasted like glue… bland and cold. But it was food. Survival. A noise scratched faintly at the edge of the locked door, a breeze maybe, or a ghost of freedom. She glanced at the window, at the rolling fields of nothingness beyond it. No signs of l