The lost weekend

It was really long since I saw such a big city in a complete silence for so long.
In a way, it looked like Madrid in the middle of August. Even though at moments it was more like Preciados the day before Christmas.

I used to stop everytime I saw a zomb unable to move but still "alive". I would get closer enough to study its reactions, but not enough to get chewed.
Sometimes they still had a glimpse of life in their eyes.
This rug-face had it and I couldn't help it but talk to it.
-Do you understand me?-

-[...]-

He would look at me like a dog.

-Trying to talk to a zombie?- said Mr.W. -that's like giving a corpse some pills. They only understand one sound...-
-Don't! not this one. Let me check it a bit longer.-
-The only difference between a herd of sheeps and zombies is that zombs are not afraid of anything anymore and they'll do what they may to achieve what they want.-
-Yeah, and so, if you think of it philosophically, would that make them free individuals?-
-Are you suggesting they have free will?-
-Nah, I don't think so, but nor we do. There's no such thing as free will.-
-And you know that because you're Kant.-
-Look. No matter how complex our goals or our ways are, no matter how ununderstandable for us they are, there's no such thing as free will. That's only more of our lack of knowledge speaking. They're just like members of a freethinker-hunting club.-
-And even you think all that, you still get closer to that shit and give him some more seconds of "life".-

-[...]-

-It's asking for it. Just kill it for god sake!-
I looked at the zomb and asked him if it wanted us to chop its head off or if it'd instead prefer to stay there indefinitely.
He was silent for a second. He was thinking.
He was fucking thinking.
And he shouted like he understood its fate.
Mr.W. did it. As clean as always.
-Talk about free will...- he said.
-You just can't get it. None of us is free. None of us will ever be free.-

There's no such thing as freedom.