Chapter 4

Hank and Kahn sneaked through the empty neighborhood, checking each house.

"This one's empty too" Hank said, after peeking through the window of the fourth house.

"Every house is empty! Haven't you figured that out yet!" Kahn replied angrily, "Why can't you figure things out faster?"

Hank sighed.

Why couldn't I run into someone helpful instead of Kahn?

"Where the rest of your redneck friends? why can't they come help?" Kahn asked in a frustrated tone.

Dale would be good right now, he would know what to do... or he would just shoot me. On second thought I wouldn't want Dale.

Kahn waved the gun around while he talked. It made Hank really uncomfortable.

Maybe bill would be useful here. He would probably start crying or talking about Peggy. That gets uncomfortable fast.

"Well I guess it could be worse. It's not like there's no rednecks out there with guns hunting us down... oh wait, there is!" Kahn said.

This is where Boomhauer would be useful. He wouldn't talk or cry or try to shoot me.

"You listening to me! You rednecks always so distracted, how selfish with your big trucks!"

I hope Peggy's okay. I can't believe Dad shot at him! He must have just been messing around. He wouldn't come after my family like that.

"Get down! what are you doing! Get behind this truck!"

I just hope no one else is taking this is seriously as Ka-" "BWAH!" Kahn dived at Hank and knocked him to the ground as a bullet flew right over his head.

"Kahn! what the h-" "Get behind this truck! we under fire!" Kahn shouted.

They crawled behind a parked truck as a bullet shattered one of the windows.

"Whose shooting at us! What's going on?" Hank demanded.

Kahn tried looking out, but recoiled as another shot hit truck.

"STOP SHOOTING!" Hank shouted, but the shooter only replied with more bullets. One of the shots knocked off the side view mirror.

"This ain't working, we gotta fight back!" Kahn screamed. He peeked over the hood of truck and shot in the general direction of the attacker, completely missing, but scaring them away. Hank looked around for an escape plan, but saw none. He grabbed the broken side view mirror and slid it out in the open.

"Kahn, get down, I can see the shooter through the reflection!" He hissed to Kahn.

Kahn shot one more time before taking cover.

They both waited silently, staring at the mirror to see the shooters identity.

The attacker stood up behind a car about forty yard away. Hank instantly recognized him as Lucky. Another shot hit the truck, shattering another window.

"We gotta shoot him now!" Kahn said, but Hank cut him off, "LUCKY! IT'S ME, HANK! STOP SHOOTING!"

Hank stood up and stepped out from behind the truck , his arms in the air.

Lucky stayed behind the car and took a look at Hank, pointing the rifle at him.

"It's uncle Hank! You almost shot uncle Hank!" Luanne cried out, tugging on his shirt.

"Lucky! It's me , Hank! Put down the gun!" Hank started walking slowly towards the car, his arms still up.

"What that crazy redneck doing?" Kahn thought.

Lucky continued to glare, keeping Hank in his rifle sights.

"Lucky! you can't shoot uncle Hank!" Luanne hissed.

"It could be a trap" He whispered back.

"Lucky! Put down the gun!" Hank continued to get closer.

"No! Uncle Hank wouldn't do that! I'm going out" Luanne declared.

"What , no!" But Luanne was already on her way to greet Hank.

"Luanne! You're alive! tell Lucky to put the gun down!" Hank ordered. They met up. Luanne hugged Hank, who awkwardly pushed her away, instead opting to shake her hand, "Not in public!" He whispered nervously.

They both Lucky.

"Lucky! come out, it's uncle Hank, it's not a trap!" Luanne shouted.

Lucky narrowed his eyes and stared for a moment, taking his finger off the trigger but not lowering the rifle.

"Wheres the gun?" He demanded.

Hank looked confused for a moment, then realized, "Kahn! Step out! It's the only way."

"You're crazy!" Kahn shouted back.

"Just do it!"

Kahn grumbled for a moment, then stepped out.

"Hands up!" Lucky shouted.

"What did he say?" Kahn asked.

"He said put your hands up!" Hank said.

"He'll just shoot me! He unstable!" Kahn retorted.

"Just do it!" Hank ordered.

"Lucky get over here, put the gun down!" Luanne screamed.

After a tense moment, both gun men put their weapons over their head and approached each other. They stopped ten feet apart and glared at each other.

"You almost shot me." Lucky growled.

"You started shooting at us! You crazy and trying to kill us! Self defense!" Kahn spat back.

"Both of you calm down! We have to work together if we want to survive this!" Hank said, mediating.

The two gunmen continued to glare, staring each other down.

"This is crazy, both of you need to stop this. the only way we're going to survive is if we stick together in a group! Now both of you put down the guns and shake hands!" Hank ordered. The two men continued to glare for another moment, but then Lucky put the rifle on the ground. Kahn did not.

"Kahn! Put down the gun." Hank ordered.

Kahn sort of growled, a battle of of acceptance versus safety raging in his head.

"Put down the gun" Hank ordered again, staring at him.

"mmm... mmm... fine" Kahn put down the pistol.

"Shake hands" Hank said.

Lucky and Kahn shook hands.

"Good." Hank said, satisfied.

"Lucky , i'm so proud of you!" Luanne screeched, hugging Lucky after he let go of Kahn.

"Alright, we have four of us now. We have to find the others, see whose still alive. Bobby and Peggy are still out there."

"So is my Mihn and Connie!" Kahn added.

"Alright... let's head out."