Event, Part 1 - And on the first day... Who: Albert Wesker, Rain Ocampo, Alice Abernathy... possibly Jill Valentine? Where: New York Department of Energy, Downtown Manhattan When: March 30th; early evening What: "Let there be light." Note: This thread is the first part of a series of threads discussed in this plot post.
Two shots, and two zombies fell to the ground, clutching at the gaping holes fired through their fetid skulls, blood pouring through the weather drains as Wesker casually stepped over the twitching corpses. The tail of his duster coat flew behind him as the wind began to pick up, his red eyes glowing behind his shades. Wesker only had three notable items on his person, besides his clothes and sunglasses; a small flashdrive tucked inside his pocket, his Samurai Edge desert eagle, and a satchel of bandoleers full of spare ammunition, freshly looted from a surplus store. The zombies were surprisingly scarce in the Department of Energy building; it could have been that they didn't like that the inside of it was still buzzing with electricity, one of the few buildings with redundant generators that survived the apocalypse.
Wesker met surprisingly little resistance infiltrating the building. He only had to kill two or three zombies before the rest dispersed, their barely-functioning brains able to recognize a hopeless fight, or perhaps that Wesker himself wasn't human, and had as much in common with humans as they did. It wasn't long before anyone who would attempt to follow the sounds of gunfire would be able to notice that the zombies seemed to be avoiding the substation beneath the Department of Energy building, with a trail of dismembered limbs, crushed skulls, and splattered guts leading to a wing of the building full of computers.
Wesker flipped a switch as soon as he entered, and the redundant generators of the building roared to life. The lights flickered on, and the zombies groaned in surprise, seemingly unable to cope with the fact that the building was no longer a dark, moist haven, but now full of the sounds of an air conditioner, humming electricity, and fluorescent lighting.
Wesker would be found standing in front of a large monitor, which had booted up to display the city's electrical grid. "And there we are..." Wesker mused, withdrawing the flashdrive from his breast pocket. "A god is not a god until it brings light to a dark place... isn't that right, Spencer?" Wesker asked an empty room, as he jammed the flashdrive into the monitor's USB slot. Almost immediately, a hand-coded virus began uploading itself into the city's electrical grid. Almost simultaneously, the grid's firewalls were dismantled by leftover knowledge from Wesker's time with Umbrella, and the different power plants were left vulnerable to remote activation. Wasting no time, the would-be god began flipping switches near the monitor. Both privately-owned and government-owned power plants across the five Burroughs of New York City sputtered to life. Turbines in the Hudson River began turning, solar panels once more tracked the sun's location in the sky, and automated facilities began working again at full throttle, without any private software security left to stop outside interference.
The first thing someone would notice would be the fearful screams of zombies in the streets, as everything from electronic billboards to the screens in Times Square began playing at full blast. Though nothing in particular would be on the screens, pre-recorded music would play through speakers in looted supermarkets, department stores would be advertising whatever product was on sale prior to the apocalypse, and radio stations would be broadcasting static.
"And God said, let there be light." Wesker quipped to himself, withdrawing the flash drive from the slot. With one flick of his wrist, he crushed the small plastic drive in his fist. All that was needed now was to reactivate the Cell Towers... something he, regrettably, could not do with a simple computer virus. It required knowledge Wesker himself did not have, and wasn't as simple as flipping a switch.
But Jill... certainly she would know who to talk to.