The last time I passed through Rapides Parish, my co-worker was driving, got lost, and took us on the --ahem-- "scenic" route through Alexandria.
After about the fourth hairy eyeball at a stop sign in the slums, he asked how much ammo I was carrying.
Not "if" (and we hadn't discussed guns before this point), just how much ammo.
I had 24 rounds of .45 ACP and 16 rounds of 9mm Makarov all on my body, and 50 more rounds of .45 in my suitcase. He had a GP-100 plus three speedloaders, and a bag of loose ammo under the seat.
Even in Ellic, I think we'd have been able to hold our ground for a minute or two.