Isaac Marion

But the man is intrigued. The bodies resemble him in shape, but like the ones by the river there is a fundamental difference that goes beyond the condition of their flesh. It's the same chasm that separated him from the gorl in the woods, but yawning in the opposite direction.
An insight begins to bubble in his head.
Dead.
The bodies are dead and the girl is...alive.
He tilts his head and frowns. Then what am I?