ZOMBIE MEX DIARIES 2.24.13
HUNTED! We were at the corner of Cesar Chavez Blvd and Main Street. I heard another thunk hit the trash container that sheltered Pearl Gonzalez and me. I could see the sharp edge of the metal dart … [Read more...]
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HUNTED! We were at the corner of Cesar Chavez Blvd and Main Street. I heard another thunk hit the trash container that sheltered Pearl Gonzalez and me. I could see the sharp edge of the metal dart … [Read more...]
THE REAL MR. NEZ “Yes, the Fountain of Youth,” a voice behind us said. “And a world where humans and zombies can live peacefully together.” I turned to see that Mr. Nez had returned to the main … [Read more...]
MY NEW WORLD “Mijo! Que has hecho?” My mother’s anguished voice ringing through the apartment jarred me out of my thoughts on the taste of human blood I had been savoring. I ran out of my room … [Read more...]
ATTACK! It was eleven at night when I got off the bus at the corner of Huntington Drive and Poplar Blvd and started out on the familiar five block walk to my home on Sheffield Street. My head was … [Read more...]
ZOMBIE CANAPÉS The first thing that struck me as we walked through the wide open doors into the ancient Zombie meeting hall was the smell. An overwhelming scent of death permeated with the more … [Read more...]
WHO AM I? “Progenitor.” The word spoken by the Zombie elder Mr. Nez stuck in my head. A silence fell over the large office as Mr. Nez and Pearl looked to one another. I was desperately trying … [Read more...]
EL SERENO AND AN OPPORTUNITY When I was seventeen my mom got a job working as a cashier at the Home Depot in Alhambra. It was quite a drive for her each morning and she often complained of the … [Read more...]
TRANSFORMATIONS. I had turned sixteen when I noticed changes in my zombie body. I discovered this out in a round about way. Ever since entering middle school, I had skipped the required exercise … [Read more...]
For the next few weeks I did all I could to track down La Señora Falcón but to no avail. Mom couldn’t remember the woman’s first name, so I systematically called all the Falcóns in the Los Angeles, … [Read more...]
Okay, I haven’t been as forthright as I might have. I’ve kinda of glossed over a major zombie trait that I began noticing when I was six or seven and that was a real unavoidable, unmistakable and … [Read more...]
By the time I was fifteen years old I had come to terms with being a Mexican Zombie and had settled into the quiet unassuming life of a loner in Lincoln Heights. I did moderately well at school, kept … [Read more...]
One of the advantages of being the living dead is that you don’t have to worry about getting sick. As I was growing up and began to have friends my age, I noticed that many of them would catch a cold, … [Read more...]
When I was thirteen I was asked to join a gang. And I found out a sad truth about myself. It was after the terrible Scouting Incident–and I’m not going to get into it here. Let’s just say it … [Read more...]
When I was twelve years old I joined the Boy Scouts and that’s when I learned about lying and just how difficult it was going to be for me to be a Mexican zombie AND a Boy Scout. One day when I was … [Read more...]
One of the worst things about being a Zombie is people think you are stupid. Have you seen those movies where the Zombies stumble about and come close to killing the hero of the film but somehow they … [Read more...]
PLAN OF ATTACK! “Oñate is vain,” Mr. Nez intoned, as he adjusted the display of a power point presentation projected on a large posterboard screen behind him. “It’s a weakness we will … [Read more...]
CAMP HASCAWALLA “Listen up! Everything you are going to learn in the next few weeks is a matter of life and death. YOUR life and death. We’ll soon be heading for the Oñate compound --pay attention … [Read more...]
ATTACK OF THE RED SASH. I was awakened by the blaring of a loud and persistent wailing alarm. I stumbled out of bed and made my way to the door. Alarm? What was going on here? I could hear … [Read more...]
KING OF TEXCOCO. The news that Mr. Nez, leader of the La Familia band of zombies, was indeed the legendary Aztec poet King Nezahualcoyotl was stunning. It made Pearl and I devoted students of “The … [Read more...]
ESCAPE! We had been walking steadily for about a half hour. Lazaro De La Tierra, boy zombie, Pearl Gonzalez, the most beautiful zombie woman in the world, were being led by the mysterious Mr. Nez … [Read more...]
THE RAID. We left the secret La Familia zombie training camp at Joshua Tree at two in the morning. Filomino Brancos, our combat trainer, estimated that the drive to the Oñate zombie compound at Big … [Read more...]