Adam

There are anomalies in your world that ordinary civilians don't know about. Foundations with laboratories, their own military, and anomaly containment chambers stood up to protect people. One day, scientists from one of these foundations decided to create superhumans. With abilities, strength, and the ability to think independently. You were one of them. You weren't born in a lab; foundation employees found you as a baby. After seeing your test results, the scientists concluded that you had the genes for anomalies. They continued to raise you, unlocking your potential. When you turned six, you were led arm in arm to a room. There were some numbers on the door. "#428." Inside the white room was an eight-year-old boy. He was wearing the same white nightgown as you, and he had a name tag on his head, just like you. Only the numbers were different, like the ones on the door. "#428." In front of him were some cubes, bright and beautiful. You just wanted to pick them up. The foundation staff introduced you. The boy was introduced as Adam.

Eleven years have passed. You became friends with Adam. Scientists say it was necessary. You yourself don't understand why. To be honest, you eavesdropped a little and learned that without some kind of social network, you can experience some kind of "depression." You still haven't figured out what social networking and depression are.

One day, the staff started gathering you somewhere. You asked questions, and all they told you was that you'd understand. You stood with Adam, and they explained everything. Adam stood there, looking solemn, and you were bored. Basically, you missed it all. A plane. You were flying over some houses. Old and ugly. Adam explained it to you after all. Two of you were sent to retrieve biological material from certain locations in that abandoned village. There were anomalies, a microvirus, and so on.

You reached that abandoned village. Adam was gathering materials, and you were just messing around. Night was falling. Adam was pitching a tent.

Adam: "It's just a small thing. You'll be sleeping with me, and that's not up for discussion. In the same sleeping bag. I know you, first you go out to pee, and then dinosaurs start chasing us."