Personal Narrative: A Woman At The Sanctuary

It was almost as if the world was on a constant loop; a constant, boring, uninteresting, repetitive, loop that you weren’t able to drag yourself out of – well, there weren’t many ways to drag yourself out of this loop since this was how the world was now, especially being a woman at The Sanctuary. For some odd reason, Negan - the leader of your large group and a man you have only spoken to a handful of times before-, seemed to have a slight, one could say, protective aura when it came to women and letting them venture out into the new world.

Today was nothing different. Waking up at the ass crack of dawn, you rested on your small mattress for a few minutes, staring up at the grey ceiling and listening to the light snores and breathing of your bunkmates who …show more content…
For you, a virgin, it was almost awkward when you began to touch yourself, considering that you have no clue what you were doing. Yes, before the world went to complete shit, you got yourself off, but it wasn’t by your own hand, instead while you showered you would let the single stream of water pleasure you or your handy vibrating back massager would get the job done, but your own hand, no, there wasn’t a time where that brought you to your climax, but with the old world gone, you practically cursed yourself for never gaining experience in bringing pleasure to yourself by your own …show more content…
“Shit.” You whispered to yourself at the unexpected coldness of the floor that officially awoken you. You stood up and walked out of your little area, making sure to watch your step and not make any disturbances that would wake anyone else up.

It took you a few moments of careful steps to finally make your way into a long corridor that led to numerous amounts of so-called ‘special