You groaned and shifted on your thin mattress, as thin beams of sunlight shone through the broken shutters of the single window of your wood, metal and mud hut. You didn't want to wake up yet, as you had stayed up late the night before helping the ranchers heard the sheep back into their pen. One of the children thought it would be fun to leave the gate open and spook them, so you and the rest of the adults had spent the following hours collecting them.
Grumbling, you rolled over and pulled the patchwork blanket over your head, trying to block out the sunlight and the sounds that came with the rising of the sun. The sound of the farmers gathering their makeshift tools and heading towards the fields, of water collectors gathering up their empty drums and rolling carts before heading toward the river...
Eyes popping open, you sit up and looked towards the crudely made wooden planks with numbers scratched onto them. Grinning as your eyes fell onto the now faint number, you tossed back the blanket and quickly gathered up all your clothes, which were in the slightly cracked and broken laundry basket, waiting to be washed.
While you had lost track of what month it was, you and the others in your ramshackle village had agreed that every 7th day would be laundry day, when everyone would go to the washing section of the river and scrub away the dirt and bugs from their clothes.
It also meant that everyone was to be naked while doing so.
As you picked up the full basket and walked outside, you took a deep breath and looked around, watching as other villagers also walked by while hauling their load towards the river. Boobs and cocks swung free, the sun kissing the normally hidden skin with its warmth. Asses, some fat while others thin, were everywhere. You yourself were a bit on the plump side, but working in your assigned job and the still limited food supply were slowly making the natural plumpness of your body slowly vanish.
No one could really remember how The Event started, but everyone that survived knew that they would have to work together if they stood any chance of survival. It was just dumb luck that you and the others had happened upon the still flowing river and lush land. That is was luck that a rancher had survived with sheep and chickens.
Shaking your head, you hefted the basket up higher as you strode towards the river, the washing section nearly full already. Quickly spotting an opening, you picked up the pace, your cock bouncing against your thighs as you spotted couples already in mid-fuck, one of the more common events that happened on laundry day.