The dinner had closed early, everyone went home but bill, he stayed for a while to wrap everything up and close the dinner. While he walked home he thought to make a run to the convenience store to grab some stuff, but it was a bit late to do so, so he just went home. The sunset looked beautiful he thought as he approached his house. His house was old and small, but it was more than enough for bill. After entering his house he took a bath, after wards he wore a black jeans and a black shirt. As he wore his knee pads he thought that his machete might need a bit of sharpening. He took his grey backpack from the closet, he threw it on the bed as he left the room. He went down to the basement, he switched the lights on as he went down the stairs. In the basement, a set of dumbbells, a couple of dusty old shelves with some boxes, and on the corner of the basement was a safe. There he stood in front of the safe, took a deep breath and exhaled, opened the safe after entering the code, inside it was a stack of many that were held together by a rubber band, a 9mm gun and 7 small boxes of 9mm ammo. 

He took 4 boxes and the gun, he closed the safe after wards and walked towards the shelves. There his bloody old blunt machete lied. He grabbed it and went up stairs closing the basement door behind him. He went back to his bedroom, dropped the ammo boxes into the bag. Bill put down his gun and machete on the bed by the bag, and went to the kitchen to grab two water bottles and a couple of energy bars. He dropped them in the backpack along with the ammo. Zipped the bag and carried it on his back, then sheathed his gun between his back and the jeans he wore, and grabbed the machete as he went to the backyard.
There he operated his medium-sized grinding stone and sharpened the machete. Went back inside, his machete sharpened and ready to purge, carrying it in his right hand. His gun sheathed between his back and his jeans. He went out to the porch and sat on the chair looking at the sun as it sets. He was ready..ready to purge.