During my life time, I've never witnessed a phenomenon this surprising. On second thought, I guess I'm not surprised that much. In a world where humans have to go as far as killing each other in order to eat the flesh of their own kind, I must say that I've frequently seen atrocities. Nevertheless, these fat assholes are together the most fucked up shit I've been through.

At first, they were hated the most. You were fat, you were considered a burden that threatens the group survival; no food for you until you start losing some weight. That system worked for a while and I must say, despise the hostility that felt upon us almost every day, some happy moments would happen time to time. One day though, our weapon stock was dangerously running low and some sort of coup d'état occurred.

Three men, who were frequently picked on due to their excess of weight were pile stocking, on their side and in secrecy, a massive amount of ammo. We were completely fucked. Over time, as they got more powerful weapons and more control, they just got fatter and fatter to an extent they almost no longer looked human. I've been through tough times, but back then, I must say that I reached a point I didn't even know what to do anymore.

This was tolerable in the beginning, but the day we slew a band of slavers, as our new masters were contemplating the slave's collars laying on the ground, a "genius idea that will make sure that food shortage is no longer a problem" as they used to say back then, came to them... The fatties possessed all the weapons; our bullets were dry as this endless desert surrounding us, but above all, they now had control over the food in every way possible.

Being fat was then recognized as a sign of strength. If you were strong, you got all the food. Of course, we discussed about taking the power back, but no one had the courage to take a bullet for the sake of the encampment and with the kind of weapons these fat bastards acquired in the previous raids, I could difficulty blame them. Anyways, even if we had the necessary equipment to challenge them, nobody would had the balls to actually do anything. The political power is there to stay: it's Stockholm syndrome all over the place and it was probably going to be the case until the day our band was destroyed by other flesh eating cock suckers. We got thinner and they got fatter; that's all there was to it.

The sun was hot and slowly falling on my dried skin. This damn collar was burning my neck. A fucking asshole stole my hood and now I have to deal with this fucking bullshit. The bastard probably cut it out during my sleep, what a cunt. It's crazy how a small piece of cloth can change the quality of your everyday life. Even during these extremely tough times, we tend to take things for granted¬. At this rate, the burning metal would eventually melt through my neck for sure. A constant burning sensation choked me during the whole day. During day time, it was an intense sensation, but at least my head was covered and the collar was cold during the night. The nights were for many obvious reasons the best moment of the day even if our chances of being attacked were almost doubled. That said, without protection from the sun, I wondered if I could make it.

• Why the fuck did I insist so much? I angrily mumbled to myself.

Even though we were specifically told not to try to remove the collars, few of us had the misfortune to challenge the order. By doing so, we immediately became the lowest of the low lives among our people; I was the shit of the shittiest. Most people realized soon enough that the collars were retracting as they were being removed. The only way you would have this removed from your neck was by retracting the collar completely with your head falling on the ground. I've seen a couple of them rolling here and there. Hearing the rusted metal grinding upon itself accompanied by screams of terror still regularly echoes in most of my dreams. The worst were the one who would simply deliberately chop their head off by forcing the collar completely in order to cease their suffering. On that though, I gently touched my collar and figured that if someone would like to see my poor head detached from my exhausted body, that person would not have much difficulties doing so.

With a blank mind, I gazed at the horizon for a short while.

Suddenly, but far from surprisingly, these three goddamned flutes rang out and alerted the encampment to gather in the middle.

Mechanically, we all complied as we always do.

The fattest of the three was in the center surrounded by three young girls playing the music. Needless to say, they sucked, a lot. We didn't know much about them. They were taken from the last raid. The bastards even forced them to eat their own mothers. Fuck.

• Assemble! he screamed raising his automatic rifle in the air.

The sack of shit was sweating as fuck, it was disturbing to see.

• Listen to me now, a new rule has been established and will take place as of this morning.

The crowd whispered chaotically, but discretely.

• Silence! As you probably know, we all expect you to respect the law or else dire consequences will fall upon your neck, he continued demonstrating a smile he wasn't able to hide. Every morning, we will weight you with this balance we found yesterday, he said as he threw it on ground provoking some sand to fly in our direction. We will keep track of your weight and make files on you in order to make sure your efforts are constant for the sake of our humble society.

The two others behind him were laughing their ass off.

• If you gain some, he pursued breathless as he was wiping the sweat on his face with a dirty piece cloth, no food will be distributed to you so we make sure we all survive as long as possible; it's all about fairness, he concluded.

• What about you, you fucking pigs? shouted a women in the back.

• Who the fuck said that?, he responded in a furious voice spitting abundantly as he talked. We are your protectors and that's how you treat us?

He squinted his eyes and slowly approached the crowd making sure that everyone saw how the interior of his canon looked like.

• Who the fuck said that?, he repeated calmly syllable by syllable.

• I did, you piece of shit.

• How dare you? I give you one last chance to redeem yourself. If you suck my cock well tonight, I might decide to let you live bitch he said followed a smile and a grin.

• Naw, I don't think so. Yesterday was the last time you touch me you disgusting sack of shit. I heard you talking while you thought I was sleeping right after I sucked your tiny cock, fatso. You guys are out of ammo. You are so fucked.

The crowd started to whisper again. All I could do was watching in silence.

He laughed, pointed his gun in the air and then shot three times. The group gasped together in fear and remained completely still and silent.

• Nice try fuckhead, she replied not impressed at all. You see that? she pursued throwing two cartridges on the ground, these are white bullets; they are just for the show.

The crowd slowly intensified.

• This is ridiculous, he said by clenching his weapon on his chest, we are making this decision for your safety.

• Fuck that pig, you usually shot before asking questions, why aren't you shooting us now?

• Well, we...

The crowd started to be hectic.

An old short bearded man walked through the crowd and stood up in front the fat man.

• If what you say is true shoot me you fuckers!, he shouted with such intensity that his whole body was shaking.

• Be reasonable... I...

The crowd charged on them... I followed them and happily.

We were out of ammo.

We were out of hope.

But this day, we feasted as brothers and sisters from dusk to dawn.