You don’t need a Hollywood effects team to look convincingly undead. Whether you’re going for “just got bitten five minutes ago” or “has been decomposing since before jazz was invented,” zombie makeup is all about layering, texture, and commitment. This guide breaks it down by decay level—so you can choose your apocalypse timeline and build from there.

In New Orleans, “being extra” isn’t a phase. It’s a cultural skill. This is a city where people don’t just attend events—they perform them. Where style is storytelling. Where a costume isn’t just something you wear, it’s something you become. And where the line between “regular life” and “main character energy” is… pleasantly blurry. So why do New Orleanians love becoming characters? Because here, character is tradition.

In most cities, Halloween is a night. In New Orleans, October is a lifestyle choice. Somewhere around the first cool-ish evening of the month, the city collectively decides: yes, we are dressing up now, and no, we will not be stopping until November. Costumes spill into the streets, characters appear at bars on random Tuesdays, and nobody asks, “Why are you dressed like that?”—because the answer is always obvious. It’s October.

New Orleans cemeteries are some of the most photographed, talked-about, and misunderstood places in the city—especially during spooky season. They’re beautiful. They’re atmospheric. They’re full of stories. But they are also sacred spaces, still actively used by families and communities today.

In a lot of places, death is kept quiet—hidden behind closed doors and hushed voices. In New Orleans, death is acknowledged out loud. It’s honored in public. It’s carried through the streets with music. It’s remembered with candles, flowers, prayer, and stories that refuse to fade. That doesn’t mean New Orleans is morbid. It means the city is honest: life is precious, people are unforgettable, and memory deserves a little ceremony.

New Orleans doesn’t just tell spooky stories—it lives in a place where history, ritual, and imagination constantly overlap. Here, candles aren’t just décor. Cemeteries aren’t just quiet. And the line between “legend” and “lived experience” can feel deliciously thin. To understand why New Orleans is such perfect ground for ghost lore—and why zombies feel strangely at home here—it helps to look at a few spiritual and cultural currents that have shaped the city for centuries.

In most places, Halloween is a single night: carved pumpkins, a few costumes, maybe a party, and then it’s over. In New Orleans? Halloween is a season—a full-bodied, costume-forward, street-theater celebration that feels less like a holiday and more like a mini-Carnival. It didn’t happen by accident. Halloween became New Orleans’ “second Carnival season” because the city was already built for it.

Some places host zombies. New Orleans understands them. This city already lives at the crossroads of history and myth, celebration and shadow, pageantry and the paranormal. So when zombies show up—whether in stories, costumes, or events—they don’t feel like a gimmick. They feel… natural. Here’s why New Orleans is the perfect city for the undead.

Plenty of cities celebrate Halloween. New Orleans lives it. Here, October doesn’t feel like a single spooky night—it feels like a full-blown season of costuming, storytelling, ritual, and revelry. While other places save the theatrics for October 31, New Orleans has been practicing the art of becoming someone else for centuries Halloween just happens to be our favorite excuse.

When most people think of zombies, they picture shambling corpses, apocalyptic survival, and the familiar rule: aim for the head. But the zombie didn’t begin as a movie monster. Its origins are far older, deeper, and rooted in spiritual belief, colonial history, and the very real fear of losing one’s freedom. To understand the zombie, you have to look past Hollywood—and toward Haiti.

Few debates ignite zombie fans faster than this one: Fast zombies or slow zombies? Do you fear the relentless shuffle of an unstoppable horde—or the terrifying sprint of something that shouldn’t be able to run? The answer says a lot about what kind of horror gets under your skin. But this argument isn’t just fandom noise. The speed of zombies has always reflected the fears of the era that created them. To understand why, we have to rewind—way back.

What happens when fitness meets horror, costuming meets community, and a little adrenaline gets thrown into the mix? You get a Zombie Run—one of the most wildly entertaining event formats to shamble its way across the globe. From city streets to wooded trails, zombie runs have become a worldwide tradition, blending athletic challenge, immersive theater, and a shared love of the undead. But this phenomenon didn’t appear overnight. Like any good monster story, it evolved.

In New Orleans, Halloween isn’t a single night—it’s a season. And one of its most adrenaline-fueled traditions is the Annual New Orleans Zombie Run, a high-energy, immersive experience where costumes collide with cardio and the streets transform into a living (and undead) playground. This isn’t just a race. It’s a chase. A spectacle. A love letter to New Orleans’ obsession with theatricality, storytelling, and doing everything just a little bit extra.

You don’t need a Hollywood budget—or a professional makeup trailer—to look like you just crawled out of the apocalypse. In fact, the best zombie costumes are often the scrappiest, grimiest, most creatively unhinged ones. Whether you’re running for your life or joining the horde, here’s how to build a killer zombie costume that looks incredible, survives movement, and keeps your wallet very much alive.

In New Orleans, putting on a mask is never just about hiding your face. It’s about becoming something else. It’s permission. It’s play. It’s tradition. From the satin-draped mystery of Mardi Gras to the deliciously unhinged spectacle of spooky season, the Crescent City has always had a love affair with dressing up—and dressing out. Here, costumes aren’t “costumes.” They’re identities… preferably with sequins, lashes, and a little fog machine energy.

Before the floats roll, before the brass bands blast, and before the cocktail-fueled conga lines take over the French Quarter—there’s the shuffle. The groan. The blood-spattered sneakers pounding the pavement in undead unison. We’re talking about the New Orleans Zombie Run—the gory, glorious, adrenaline-fueled tradition that kicks off Halloween weekend like only this city can.