"That depends on your definition of humanity" Martin mumbled, looking up at his older brother ascend.
Perhaps it was time then. Time to wake up and live unlife. A slight rumble ran trough the ground. Cracks started to form in the earth and in what was left of the buildings.
We're waking up.
With an outward burst of energy shot dusty moth like wings, they sparked with blue flames as he steadily rose. Following his brother, drawn to the lights of the dark creature.
"Then what do we do when we arise? Will we fight or will we lie?"