The humans held their heads down in shame as their animal conquerors marched proudly, dragging those too exhausted or uncooperative behind them. A man, tied by his feet and being pulled by bear, whose lunch he was about to become, crawled desperately at the soil. Others were huddled together in sacks or cages as they were carried as part of the mile-long convoy that was heading back to the beastsâ€™ camp.<br/><br/>In the aftermath of the battle that took place over the human-controlled bunker to the south, hundreds of live combatants were taken captive and were being brought back to be ritually humiliated and eaten.<br/><br/>Those who arrived early already began the feast.<br/><br/>People were impaled alive on wooden rods and left to spit roast over an open flame while those who going to eat them sat around the fire recounting stories from the battle.<br/><br/>A panda added chopped roots and spices to large iron pot that had just began boiling. Immersed in the water was a women, stripped of her clothes and raped several times, still conscious and floating limply in a pool of chopped vegetables and assorted human body parts, she occasionally gathered the strength to attempt to climb out of the pot, but was routinely beat back down into it by the panda with a wooden ladle.<br/><br/>A pile of human heads lay next to a blood-coated stone chopping block. A twenty-foot tall female pig held a small man between the toes of her hoof. He struggled while she flicked back her long black hair and readied her knife. He looked up for a moment at the swine that pinned him down, her rows of pert, large nipples hung over him as if they were medals of glory signifying her dominance over him. Then she brought the cleaver down on him. His head tumbled onto the top of the pile and was followed by a shower of blood that slowed to a pulsating trickle that drained down the edge of the chopping stone.<br/>Next to the pig was a line tied between two trees on which dozens of headless human bodies were strung up.<br/><br/>Dante was a poet. Tired of writing about girlfriends who donâ€™t like him and about nearly dying while taking massive dumps, he decided to move on to more solemn issues confronting the modern human. He didnâ€™t enlist out of pride for his species, but his hunger to experience what it truly meant to be alive, a feeling that he was afraid would soon be ending for him.<br/><br/>He was kneeling in a line of shattered men who were now the property of a massive cow. Chained by the neck to a wooden post, they had no choice but to follow her instructions and she prepared them to spend their rest of their short lives in servitude of her. She marched by, inspecting them, deciding what task to assign to what person.<br/>â€œYou,â€