I’d never seen so many bodies. Just strewn about, like trash. Heaps of meaningless forms covered in a shroud of blackness, as far as I could see. I stood above, looking down at them. Mangled. Lifeless. In a pit of forgotten life. Each one had a life. Just like me. They had friends, family, hopes, dreams, angst, pain, struggles. I felt my feet moving along the ground beneath me. I walked among them, the dead. I felt the emptiness, the lack of souls, of energy. It felt so uncanny. It was impossible to accept that each face was just a shell. I felt nothing in this place. Their souls had long since left, and I was alone, among the thousands, the piles, the heaps of flesh.
I grew up learning to feel and breathe the energy from every creature I met. I’m not telepathic; I guess I’m what you would call an empath. I can feel your emotion, the full depth of it. I can feel if you’re trying to hide something, and depending on the level of strength of that barrier, I can eve