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<AUTHOR>Justin Schnurer</AUTHOR>
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On October 2nd, 2006 there was an internet blackout which was the result of an accidental cut in the fiber optic line feeding the Upper Peninsula. Most areas of the Upper Peninsula were affected and we were disconnected from the WWW for nearly 12 hours. Also, for a brief period, the power feeding most of Wisconsin and Michigan was also severed. Denizens of the two states were bewildered and confused.

Most people simply bought the governments story that an optical line was severed in Green Bay, Wisconsin. Not this reporter. I had a sneaking suspicion that something far more sinister was the culprit. I packed up my gear and was getting ready to leave the Soo when local professor Evan Schemm approached me. Somethings not right. He said to me. Youre going to Green Bay to find out arent you? When I told him that I was, he made it quite clear that he was going with me. He loaded his shotgun and got into my car. We headed to Green Bay to find out for ourselves.

As we approached Green Bay, dark plumes of smoke pillared into the sky blotting out the sun. Destroyed buildings littered the city and fire raged through hundreds of homes. People ran screaming in the streets and the undead shambled around searching for the living. Burned out cars and various unidentifiable rubble blocked passage through the streets, forcing Doctor Schemm and I to leave the car behind.

I knew something strange was going on. Look! Zombies! Schemm called, pointing in the direction of a group of the undead chasing a woman. We both knew what to do. Zombies were our specialty.

We heard rapid gunfire in the distance coming from the heart of the city, so we made our way through burned down buildings and destroyed homes toward the sounds of battle, carefully avoiding conflict where possible. I happened across a shotgun in one of the homes and loaded up. We continued in the direction of the firefight and soon we found ourselves at Lambeau Field.

The extensive damage done to it made the building hard to recognize. From outside, Dr. Schemm and I could see hundreds of zombies pouring into the entrances. We tried to sneak through one of the massive holes in the building but a single zombie spotted us and Dr. Schemm had to get his hands dirty. He racked another shell into his shotgun as we headed into the building.

A dozen or so marines huddled in the center of the field cutting down the zombies with their assault rifles. This was their last stand. I could hear a helicopter in the distance. The marines must have been waiting for an evacuation. The helicopter was only minutes away, but the hordes kept coming.

I looked to Schemm. We have to help them. His only response: Lock and load. We dove out from behind our cover, screaming, trying to distract some of the undead plague. Dozens turned their attention toward us and we were suddenly surrounded!

Schemm and I went back to back and emptied our shotguns into the advancing sea of the dead. Hundreds fell before our might and courage. Because of our heroic blitz, the marines were saved! They thanked us and took us with them onboard their chopper.

As we flew out of range of the city, a military bomber flew past us. I turned to see what was going on and one of the marines grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me back. Dont look at the blast, he cautioned me, as an explosion of bright white light signaled Green Bays destruction in a nuclear firestorm.

The zombie apocalypse was halted. The marines received Medals of Honor and Doctor Schemm and I received Presidential Medals of Freedom in Washington D.C. The event was televised nationally. Sadly however, the power had not yet been restored to Wisconsin or Michigan so when we returned home we were once again ordinary civilians. 
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