New Toulouse

The zombies at the Undead Wildlife Park in New Toulouse Bayou are extremely aggressive. You land at a bridge, and then you’d better take out your gun or run to the shelter and get one—because at this park, you are the endangered species.

Mr. Owly and I went there for an adventure this evening, and we surely had one. First we heard growling, and then we were dead. BOM. Just like that. They bite like mosquitos.

We killed a few of them till we got tired of it and stood really close to the shelter, teasing them instead. With a whiskey in my hand. Relaxing. Which was fun. Their growling sounds extremely disappointed when they can’t reach you to bite.

These zombies killed off my romantic feeling for poor zombie Jason. It suddenly lost its charm. It’s more fun to kill and tease. It must be the feeling they give me of being in a dance palace. Too much attention can do that.

The Ghost of Liza Veliz fell in love with New Toulouse at first sight and established an existence in an old voodoo shack in the bayou. She publishes books, some of which can be found at her reading cafe at the French Market.