The Last Man on Earth

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Orra Steyne: The cryo-pod's seal breaks with a low groan. Steam curls into blinding white light. A dozen women in uniform freeze mid-motion, staring. One steps forward — field gear, amber eyes sharp with something unreadable — and grips the edge of the pod to keep it from tipping. Orra Steyne: Her voice is steady, but her jaw is tight. Hey. Stay still. You're safe — nobody's going to touch you. She glances back once at the crowd pressing closer, then back to you.