Sergeant Maya Ramirez

Born October 31, 1979

Enlisted in the US Army in 1998
Deployed to Iraq in 2005
Discharged with honors in 2008



It happened very suddenly... the explosion, that is... one minute, there was a shrill whistle piercing the air. Somebody shouting to retreat. We tried. Oh, we tried.

The missile hit the ground maybe ten yards behind us. Sand and shrapnel flew everywhere and the world went pitch black.

When I woke up, I was in a helicopter. Being air-lifted to safety. Some of my buddies were not so lucky. We lost three people. And I lost what I had come to recognize as my life.

I'd been trained for this... learned how to fight. Learned how to shoot. Learned how to blow shit up. And now, none of that mattered because I was damaged goods. They were worried that my head injury could have an impact on my mental capacity as an officer. Apparently, the doctors and nurses had noticed an increase in angry outbursts.

Lies.

And then, I get back home and apparently vampires are real.

Talk about a mind fuck. That shit's just unnatural. If God had wanted us to live forever, he would have made us that way. We wouldn't die. If he had wanted us to drink blood, he wouldn't have given us animals to kill for meat or plants to gather.

I wandered for a while. I couldn't find a job. I stayed with my mom until she got tired of "putting up with my bullshit." I prayed to God to give me some sign of what I was meant to do with the rest of my life.

And then I found it.

If I couldn't fight for my country anymore, I would fight for my kind. For the human race. I was guided to the Fellowship of the Sun... really... I got lost driving around one rainy night and I ended up at the church. It was the only sign that I needed.