"Push it just a knuckle deep," Mary said. "Any more and it will drown when we water."
Snow tapped the greenhouse glass. Warm earth breathed around them, thick and damp, a reminder that life could still be coaxed from soil even while the world froze white outside. Iyisha eased a seed into the dark soil and felt the grit catch under her nail.
"You will get the hang of it in one row," Ester said. "By the second you will be faster than me."
Iyisha glanced up. The panes above were freckled white, the flakes smearing to clear as they melted. She followed one bead of water as it crawled down the glass. The sound of dripping joined the scratch of their fingers pushing seeds under.
They had apparently stumbled into what the locals called the Heart Community.
It is a government funded and protected settlement established to train medics.
Most of the people here were Filipinos who before the apocalypse had worked in healthcare.
