((well yeah thousands apparently, maybe the thing was planned and they come amassing from all over the country? It's an unfortunate move on the vampire's part though. Inverse ninja law is gonna cause a lot of trouble now))

Martin sneaked trough the empty morgue, hoping that the dead folk there where honestly dead.
After a bit of searching around he finally found the supply fridge. "Jackpot" Martin grinned.
The thing was heavily damaged, covered in claw marks and half empty. It still contained more blood bags than Martin could carry, so he just stuffed a freeze box full of various flavors and threw that over his shoulder.
On his way out he grabbed some needles and collected a pint of blood from one of the "fresher" corpses.
At last he saw and grabbed a few bottles of morphine and some painkillers he didn't recognize.

Martin casually walked out while playing with a set of scalpels and returned to his car.

On his way he saw the town square in the distance, in the shadow of quite the impressive church.
Martin pondered if he should break in there as well to get some holy water, is holy water real? if vampires are... maybe...
Martin wasn't religious, so the notion of magic water that burned the undead did sound sort of silly, but then again so did the notion of the undead, and he did just go out of his way to collect various sorts of blood...

His train of thought was interrupted by the sight of a medieval knight standing next to a minivan in the middle of the town square.
Martin stared...
A large hulking figure stepped out of a shadow and walked up tot he knight. It seemed like they where talking but Martin was too far away to make out a word.
Martin decided to get up on a large crate nearby and sat down, he dug trough his pockets to find a candy bar and unwrapped it.
"Front row seats. This aught to be good."