A Way To Survive

A Way To Survive

Dai Dan

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Uri is a descendant of the vampire king. A human family raised him. When he was living happily with his family, an organization called Red Leaf found him and wanted to kill him. After escaping death, Uri learned about a community of people like him; they were hunted by the Red Leaf organization and driven to the brink of destruction. So what is the Red Leaf organization? What does Uri do to find a way to survive?

A Way To Survive Chapter 1 Running away.

On the highway, a white car sped in the afternoon sun towards the city of Dawn. The driver was a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue jacket; on the back seat was a young man about eighteen years old wearing a black coat, shoulder backpack, and silver hair messed up by the wind from the car window.

"Uri!" The man nervously looked at the eight-lane highway in front of him. "Someone wants to arrest you; they even want to kill you. If you see them, you must run fast, don't let them catch you."

The young man named Uri leaned forward in surprise, looking at the man. "Dad, I'm not breaking the law. Why do they want to arrest me?"

The man said quickly: "Now there is not much time, listen carefully, if someone is chasing you, try to run into the forest, find our wooden house and wait there; I will come to find you, then I'll explain everything."

Suddenly the man's hands trembled, his eyes widened, and he looked straight ahead, panicking:

"Uri, they block the front. Turn off your phone, don't try to contact anyone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his foot on the brake pedal, causing the wheel to friction with the road surface, sparking fire. He stared at the black cars blocking the middle of the road, his face pale with terror, shouting:

"Uri, run!"

The situation was too urgent; Uri did not wait for the car to stop. He slammed his foot on the car door and quickly rushed out, running in the opposite direction of the road they just went.

Immediately behind him, cars sped after him, shooting black muzzles from inside the vehicle and straight at Uri.

The highway is now a suffocating chase. A young man with a backpack on his shoulder ran fast at an unimaginable speed. Behind him, about a dozen cars were chasing. The sound of car engines, the sound of people cursing, and the sound of gunshots made other cars on the road hastily drift to the side; no one dared to poke their head out of the car door.

Uri struggled to dodge the bullets but did not dare to slow down. Sweat poured down his back; his extraordinary purple eyes opened wide, and he looked towards the distant forest, which was the place that could help him escape death.

He turned his head to look behind; the car was still chasing, and the bullets continuously ripped the wind towards him. Uri tries to run fast. He can't die. Even if he dies, he must know why these people want to kill him.

With extraordinary efforts, Uri finally managed to run to the forest. He rushed into the woods like he was in the arms of a guardian. The tall, dense trees immediately blocked the cars outside, helping Uri quickly escape their chase.

The angry people cursed, jumped out of the car, carried guns, and dashed into the forest. But within a short period, the figure of the young man in black had disappeared without a trace. They angrily fired bullets into the dense bushes, causing the birds in the forest to panic and scatter.

A man fired a few more shots into the woods, then stopped and shouted:

"Return! We couldn't even catch him on the way. Now that he's run into the woods, we can't catch him anymore."

"Fuck, that guy runs too fast." Another spat on the ground, angrily scolding: "If he were human, he wouldn't be able to escape us."

"If he's human, we don't need to hunt him down." Another man carried a gun towards the car. "Get in the car; we still have many ways to force him to surrender."

They got into the car and quickly drove out of the woods.

...

When the cars race to chase Uri away, only the sound of the engine and gunfire echoes; on the highway, there is still a black car parked across the road; standing in front of the vehicle is a man in a vest, on his lapel is a red leaf badge. His face has many scars that look extremely ugly.

The white car stopped, and a middle-aged man in a blue coat got out; he stood still and looked at the scarred man.

"Hi Clement Miller, long time no see." The scar-faced man crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Long time no see, Richard." Clement clasped his hands behind his back, greeting him unfriendly. "After all these years, you are still loyal to the organization."

"I am not like you. You ran away from the organization and now dare to raise that kid. Do you know what crime you committed?" The scarred man named Richard growled.

Clement smiled and replied, "What crime? He is a son born to my wife and me. Is it a crime for me to raise him?"

"A son born to you and your wife? Ha ha..." Richard laughed. "Your son dodges bullets, and cars can't catch up. He's your son?"

Clement stared at Richard, growling, "He's my son. He's my son anyway; you're not allowed to touch him."

"Don't touch him?" Richard scoffed. "You have no right to say that, Clement; I'll catch him sooner or later."

"I ask you to stop this arrest immediately. My son needs to live a normal life." Clement shouted angrily.

Richard laughed again and looked at Clement as if he were looking at a foreign object.

"Clement, you used to be a member of the Red Leaves organization; you are not unfamiliar with the organization's mission. How can you even say such an unreasonable request?"

Clement gritted his teeth and clenched his fists; he wanted to punch Richard in the face. But he dared not act or say another word. Because, what is the mission of the Red Leaf, Clement knows all too well, and the person he wants to protect is their hunting target.

Richard approached and patted Clement on the shoulder. "Wait, I swear I'll catch him."

...

Escaped from the pursuers, Uri ran deep into the dense forest. It was starting to get dark, and the temperature dropped. His sweaty clothes made him shiver; his legs were tired from running as hard as he could, and his face and hands were bloody from the scratch of a tree. At this point, he felt his health was exhausted, so he decided to jump on a big tree to rest for the night.

In the backpack were new clothes and some food; Uri took off his sweaty shirt, changed into a new one, and then sat with his back against a tree, taking out food to eat to fight hunger.

The forest fell into darkness. In the dark of night, Uri hears the occasional sound of insects and owls of prey, which are bizarre sounds for someone who is only used to living in a city like him. Uri took a sip of water and lay down on a branch, looking up at the dense foliage.

He let out a long sigh as he thought about his current situation. Just yesterday, he lived happily with his parents and sister, but now he hides alone in the forest to avoid his pursuers.

Clement's probing words rang in his ears again; he had to find the wooden house, he wanted to see Clement again, he wanted to hear an explanation.

The night passed, but Uri couldn't sleep. He misses his family, a cozy meal, and a bedroom with a soft bed. He wanted everything to end so that he could return, still had to go to university and had a lot of unfinished projects.

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