The first time I was bitten by a Zombie

The first time I was bitten by a Zombie, I was nearby Santa Lucia Cliff. I, innocently, had came to a march of humans disguised as zombies... Or that's what I thought at first. I met with a friend. None of us had the time of disguising, so we looked just like humans, and that made us feel like losers. My friend carried a photograph camera, and photographed everyone, the bloody nanny, the zombie Frida Kahlo, the zombie Bernardo O'Higgins, the zombie Diego Portales, the zombie Caszely, the zombie lunatics and nurses, the zombie soldier... We even chased down a boy dressed with a box in his head, covered in a yellow face made of paper. In the middle of our persecution, we saw policemen carrying a man outside of the march. We followed them asking why he was going to be taken, and we heard that his blood was not made of ink, it was real. He actually, had broken a glass bottle and had cut his stomach in front of everyone. We were obviously told by policemen to go away, so, after taking several photographs, we kept going looking for the yellow-faced man, when I lost my friend. I told him to follow me because I had seen him, but he lost me, or I lost him. Anyway, I was alone and everything seemed a little more creepy. Even the Ice-cream seller was selling brains, kidney or liver ice creams. At that moment, we were just in Santa Lucía Cliff, and a lot of zombies began rolling down the cliff, throwing different parts of bodies around. It was when I began wondering if they were real zombies, a guy, grumbling, walked towards me and bit me. Then, he just kept walking. When, a lot of time later, I saw my friend again, I couldn't think of anything else than the taste of his blood, and I had to bite him, too.