During the day, the farm workers rested in their cabins while Officer Graham assigned a few people to patrol duty.
Once the sun set, everyone emerged from their cabins to start the day's work.
Today, they had to till the fields where they had previously planted sweet potatoes and cassava. There were still some missed sweet potatoes in the ground that needed to be collected.
"I'm planning to make some hardtack biscuits," Evelyn Ford said, finding Officer Graham and Quincy to share her idea.
"Hardtack? Are you worried we'll get separated when the next disaster hits?"
Evelyn nodded. "It's best to be prepared."
"That's definitely a good idea," Quincy said, a lingering fear in his voice as he recalled the memory. "During the seawater incursion, if we hadn't had our backpacks with canned food, we probably would have starved to death before the savages even got to us."
"But don't hardtack biscuits need things like cocoa butter and cream?"
