Vlad, having finally stopped experimenting with highly dangerous materials got the hell out of the school, stopping in the wood shop room to pick up a claw hammer, just in case. He ran out unto the street, looking around, and finding a rather large SUV with the keys sitting in the driver's seat. He tried the door. Locked. Fuck. He grabbed the rock hammer, which he'd set down, and shattered the car window, grabbing the keys, he opened the door and drove off, twards the nearest pawnshop, casually commiting a hit and run or ten on the way there.
Once there, Vlad picked up a shotgun, a .44 magnum, plenty of rounds, and an 19th century black trench coat that was left on the counter. Armed like this, he walked back to his vehicle, looking around to see if he can find anyone else.