Zombie the Homie...didn't always look like this.There was a time when he was one of the coolest looking Homies around. It started when he went in to visit La Gitana (Gypsy girl). He went into her shop on Venice Beach to find some lucky numbers to play the lottery with. Instead Gitana slipped him a liquid she had in a jar. He drank it thinking it would allow him to see into the future and pick the winning lotto numbers. What he actually got was a death curse. He became the walking dead. A slave of Gitana and her Voodoo magic. He now cruises around the hood in a custom lowrider hearse. He works for the local undertaker at the mortuary, picking up and delivering bodies. The hope is someday he will find a cure and be returned to his living self. Until then...he is a Zombie.