[ WP ] A bed-ridden morbidly obese man , who was fed by an aide , survives an apocalypse where all other human life has not . Describe the ensuing days as he passively loses enough weight to begin to sit-up , rise and explore the new world around him .

I know how I got myself into this mess. 
 
 First it was the accident. 
 
 The settlement came quick. 
 
 I was rich. 
 
 Then she left. 
 
 I was poor. 
 
 I was stuck in a black hole of my own creation. I thought I found my escape. 
 
 I heard the sirens out my window the first few days. The events unfolding on the tiny TV in front of me. People screaming, explosions, power flickering off and on... the screaming. It tore a hole into me. I was powerless... barely able to lift my arms, let alone breathe. If they came, I'd just be another one of their `` experiments.'' 
 
 I have water, but no food. Food. All I dream about is doughnuts and pizza. 
 
 Nobody has come for a week. All I dream about is Ice cream and Steak. My arms feel lighter. I can sit up without help now. I'm so hungry. Tomorrow I'm going to try and walk. The power is flickering off and on a lot more. 
 
 Tried to move my legs onto the side of the bed, ended up sweating a lot. I'm crying now. All I dream about is walking to the fridge and stuffing my face. The power went out. Has n't come back on. 
 
 Decided to do some of the exercises the nurses showed me. I'm tired and sweaty. Water is n't running anymore. All I have now are 3 bottles. I'm going to die here. 
 
 It's been two weeks. Two long weeks without food. I can move my legs to the side of the bed now. I Tried standing up. I thought my legs were going to break. I reached the doorway and could n't fit through. I waddled back to bed and cried some more. All I dream about is walking through the door. 
 
 I walked between the door and bed about fifty times today. I hurt. I'm sore. I'm not hungry anymore. My water is running low. All I dream about is fitting through the door. 
 
 It was the moment of truth today. I managed to squeeze through. The walk down the hall was n't any easier. I have n't seen my living room in 2 years. Nothing is the same. The fridge has nothing but rotting food. I found some more water. I'm beginning to remember my army days. Try to remember my classes at boot camp. I find a shirt. 6XL. I barely fit into it. I did n't realize how cold it was. Have n't had power for almost two weeks now. All I dream about is warmth. 
 
 I walked up and down the hallway 100 times. It's so much easier now. I feel weak. I did the math. I have n't eaten for at least 25 days. Even at this weight I'm going to die without food. I can put on pants now. My shoes almost fit. All I dream about is living. 
 
 I wonder if anyone else is out there. I've been walking for 78 days. All I find is ruins. I have n't seen as many dead people as I thought I would. They must have taken some. I see them fly by sometimes. I hide. I found a working car today. It's half buried, not sure if I should bother with it. All I dream about is finding someone. 
 
 I found their base today. They wo n't care about one little ship missing. It flies smooth and steady. I get dizzy and throw up. I'll have to get used to this. The cities I pass look the same. Nature is reclaiming them quicker than I thought. I wonder where they took them. All I dream about is finding them. 
 
 Space is cold. I think I found them today. I'm not sure if I can save them. They have a lot of ships. They're not as smart as I thought. I wear their armor. I fool their guards. I found my people. They are slaves. All I dream about is freeing my people. 
 
 My plan worked. We won. They are freeing more ships as we speak. I cough. My blood is warm. They're trying to talk to me. I'm tired. My dream has come true.
