The world had ended about a year ago. The clouds were dark everything was run down and my parents and close friends were all dead. It seemed like I was the only one still alive. I knew there had to be other survivors but, why haven't I come across anyone yet? Could this really be? I'm the only one here. It's been a lonely month here with no one to talk to and nothing to do but walk around in old vintage shops and paint on sidewalks. You'd think by now after about a year I'd be the next Van Gogh but my paintings still looked like a 2 year old scribbling of my family drawn in stick figure form. I climbed to the top of the old hotel and sat on the roof top. I opened my journal and began writing. Many said this hotel was haunted but, I have to say the only thing I remember being haunted was the lady at the sign in desk. She always had this evil grin on her face and a giant mole that stuck out like a sore thumb. As I began writing I heard music from a distance. However, the music wasn't coming through the radio from what I could tell it was coming from a human- being. I thought twice, then I asked myself... Should I go see where the voice was coming from? Eventually, I decided to be a dare-devil and go find where the lovely voice was coming from. I climbed down the ladder from the roof top and wondered around every building nearby. I had already been almost everywhere in town but still couldn't identify where the voice was coming from. Just when I started to give up and head back to the roof top of the old hotel the voice grew louder. It seemed like the closer I got to the hotel the more distinctive the voice got. I then decided to walk into the hotel. I have to say not seeing the creepy lady at the front desk was such a relief. I walked past the front desk and walked in to a bunch of cobwebs. I then dusted off the cobwebs and continued roaming the hotel. I looked up to the ceiling of the banquet room and the 2,000 dollar chandelier had fallen and there was a million pieces of glass all over the table and all over the floor. I then decided to walk up the creaky stairs. I had to walk pretty slow because it felt as if the stairs were about to cave in. Finally., I reached the top of the steps where all of the rooms were. I walked across the wooden floor and down the hall. I peaked my head in every room. The voice was getting louder and louder. I knew I was getting closer. Suddenly, I heard someone strumming the guitar, it appeared to be coming from the room right in front of me. I got closer to the door eager yet terrified to find out who or what was in that room. I took a deep breath and twisted the door knob open. When I walked in, I saw a curly- haired guy with bright green eyes. He was covered in tattoos and he had a very nice body. When I walked up to him he stopped strumming and looked at me. I got down on the floor and sat next to him and said, Hey my name is Maddy, what's yours name? Harry. He replied with a cheeky grin on his face. How long have you been here playing your guitar Harry? About a day. he replied. Do you know how to play guitar? He asked. No. I said. Would you like to learn? Harry asked. Sure, I would love to learn! I replied. He paced the guitar in front of me and grabbed my hand. Your hands are very soft Maddy. He said chuckling a little. Thanks Harry. He sat behind me wrapping his arms around me and he began placing my fingers on the correct cords. There you go Maddy! Your learning. he said this a big smile on his face. I looked up at him and giggled a little. I heard you singing Harry you have a really lovely voice! He then gave me a little smirk. We talked for a couple of hours and it seemed like we had known each other for years when actually we just met only a couple of hours ago. As much as I wanted to stay and talk to Harry it was getting very dark outside. The time had come for me to leave. Harry, I have to go. It's getting very late. He looked at me confused. Go where? He asked. To the roof where I sleep. I replied. It's very cold up there though. he said. I will be okay Harry. that's where I've been sleeping for a year now. I began to walk out of the room and just as I get to the door Harry grabbed my hand. I stopped and looked back at him. Harry I have to go. I will see you tomorrow. I said. W-wh- why don't you stay here tonight. I look at him puzzled. Why? I asked. Well, I don't want you to stay there and sleep in the cold. Well, I guess I could stay here then. I said. I have to go get my stuff so I can shower. I'll be back. I said. It's okay. I have stuff here you can shower with. Oh, thanks Harry. I then go into the bathroom and begin to shower. The water was very cold as it dripped off my back. I take a quick shower then I hop out. I had just remembered I had no extra clothes to wear for pajamas. I looked over and I saw where Harry had given me some of his clothes to wear so I through on the black oversized t- shirt Harry gave me and the same pair of sweatpants that I was wearing. I walked out of the restroom and Harry was laid out across the mattress on the floor. He had nothing on but a pair of boxers. He signaled for me to come over and lay next to him. I then sat on the bed beside him hesitantly. I was very tired and so I laid me head down on the mattress. Harry began stroking my hair. I always loved it when someone plays with my hair but it does make me very sleepy. My eyes began to close and I was about to fall asleep. I suddenly started shivering and I got very cold. Harry said no words he grabbed me and pulled me close to him. I smiled a little for some reason I knew I was safe with him. Maddy you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. He started kissing me all over up and down my neck. His lips felt amazing on my skin. He then went for my lips. His lips were touching mine and our tongues intertwined. We stayed interlocking lips for a good while. I then began feeling his abs and playing with his curls. Just as I was about to get on top of him we both heard a mysterious noise. It sounded like someone was walking up the steps but what could it be?
