[ 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 .

`` Deadra! I said I'll take my dinner now! Where is that blasted woman.'' He rings a bell on the bedstand. It echoes throughout the halls and empty rooms of his Victorian estate. Everything is mahogany and polished and rare. This is sir Phil Dulops home. He's hungry and Deadre, his housemaid, is dead just as is all of other living on Earth. He's unaware of this being that there is no TV. He does n't own one. Never has. What he does have is a VR headset to live all his vices and sins. Occasionally what he likes to do is read, a copious amount too. Stacks upon stacks of vintage volumes crowd his room lit only by a streak of sunlight and the bedside oil lamp. His bell *rings* 
 
 *rings* *rings* *rings* 
 
 `` Goddamn that woman,'' He mutters as he throws the bell across the floor into the the shadows. `` You are fired you hear me!'' His voice a hollow whimper that fades. `` I will fire her just as she walks in through that door.'' He decides haughtily in his pompous air and jiggling chins and hanging clapping breasts. `` Her entire family will have to suffer for her insolent behavior and that'll show her not to be the lazy wench that she is! You hear me woman? I know you do!'' 
 
 While grunting and panting as he reaches for a tumbler of water and he nearly falls out from under his silken sheets. He catches his breath before pouring gulp after gulp down his throat. Spilling some on his greasy chest he takes a pillow and dries off. Then his stomach grumbles ferociously in a tremolo of burps. Like the way a hungry black bear's is after hibernation. It resounds across his duskily lit room. 
 
 `` Damn you evil hag! You bastards bitch! I'll see to it that you never work for anyone ever again!'' Again to no avail he spits out these words. So he ponders for a moment. What could be holding her back for this long. But then just as he begins to think about it he decides she must be up to no good. `` You're sleeping again are n't you?'' He'd cross his arms if he could. But he sits there. Ruminating a while before he flicks a switch for his headset to be lowered onto his face. Instantly he's underneath a group of women in skirts and no underwear. His hog face drools. 
 
 
 **THREE YEARS LATER** 
 
 After many failed attempts at hailing his housemaid Phil had managed to fall out of bed and crawled his way around his maze of a mansion with its countless rooms and long half mile hallways, that inevitably led to his weight loss. 
 
 He never found Deadre but found the reason why. 
 
 A thin athletic healthy looking Phil stands outside now on the dead lawn, facing the great estate of his watching it go up in flames. He watches it with tears in his eyes. He turns around now only to face a black filled sky. The city he once knew, burnt to the ground. All his money gone. His wealth and royal place in society. 
 
 Then, he lifts a silver revolver slowly up to his chin. `` I love you Deadre,'' He says. A bullet shreds up through his jaw, mouth, nose, behind and between his eyes, out through the seventh chakra - his crown royal - with only a gargle, and the wind, sir Phil Dunlop falls over. 
 
 

