WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW?

Natook, there is a chance of that where ever you go; Here in rural Tennessee it is common for fueds and gunfights to break out in the middle of the street, and not due to gangs; Families and men protecting thier honor. However, the cops normally come and sort it out, but even majority of the police in some small towns respect the tradition of duels, despite it being clearly outlawed.

The key is if you are dealing with just rampant fueds or gangs, as the crime of the city is much different then the fighting among clans like their are here. However, if you do move there, I would advice you to learn melee weaponry, ideally a combat knife on you at all times. At least that way you can fight for your own self-defense and if necessary, kill anyone whom attacks you. That way you can be safe at the least.

You would be surprised how much a insane smile, while you slash the face of the man whom just tried to shoot you can throw off a opponent and induce fear in their mind. When I lived in Rotterdam, I was attacked by four to six men at the age of 16, all of which somehow managed to catch me taking a short cut through a back alley from my favorite cafe. At first I co-operated with them and gave them my wallet, but when it became clear that they were going to execute me, for some reason I smiled like a lunatic and drew the combat knife out of the sheath that I had hidden behind my backpack and promptly slashed the right eye of the main attacker in the hoodie he wore. After that, I am ashamed to admit, but I proceed to stab another man whom then tried to disarm me in the arm, all the while laughing like crazy. I am ashamed to say that I enjoyed the feeling of fighting for my life a little too much, and I continued my maniac slashing at the men until I managed to get the handgun out of the first man's hand, and twisted around and forced him to the ground with his own gun pointed to the back of his head. It was only seconds after this fray did the other men run, and I proceeded to kick the man until I knew he had to have broken a couple of ribs, dropping the gun about ten feet or so away from him and walked on my way. The police there are a joke, and it was not like they gave a damn, even if I was covered in bruises where one man managed to get in a couple of hits with his brass knuckles, and being splattered with the blood of the men I had slashed in defense. All though, I do wish I did not enjoy that encounter as much as I did...

All I am really trying to say is that if you do move to a area where people get killed ofter indiscriminately, do not be afraid to fight back with lethal force; It will save your life more then just pussyfooting around. So, try to find a better place to live. I am sure you do not want to be able to have skeletons like that in your closet, even if it was just self-defense.