I Am Not My Past

More Than Just A Model

Rick and Daryl found the women while they were out. They hadn't been at the prison that long, they were still getting their bearings so the two men were out on a supply run. When they brought the women back with them, they left her in one of the empty cell's for Hershel to watch after her.

"I'm telling you, she looks familiar," Beth told Maggie as they stood outside the cell.

"Familiar how?"

"Like I've seen her before."

Hershel was checking the women's pulse half-listening to his girls when the women woke. "Where...where am I?" She slowly sat up.

"You're safe," Hershel assured her. "Do you know your name?"

"Telling me I'm safe doesn't exactly tell me where I am. And yes, I know my name." Looking around the cell.

"You're in a prison. Two of our men found you unconscious when they were out and brought you back." Hershel answered.

Taking everything in. "Guess the good thing is I'm not dead."

"So are you going to tell us your name?" Maggie impatiently asked.

"Velma."

Beth gasped. "I knew you looked familiar. You're that supermodel."

"Much that can do for me now."

"Why don't you get some rest. You need it." Hershel told her as he stood.

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"Velma?! Where's the rest of the Scooby gang?" Daryl jabbed.

Rick played with his beard as he thought for a second. "Well right now she's safe. But we have some work to do. This place still needs to be secured." He told the group.

Velma was given a tour of the prison by Beth the next day. "So you guys all live here, in a prison, in cells?" Velma was in somewhat disbelief as they stepped outside.

"It's safe here. We're protected."

"This is so not how I pictured my life"

"None of us did."

Rick approached the two. "We need to talk. Now." That was Beth's cue to leave. "Why were you unconscious by the road?"

"It was a mix of exhaustion and injury. I had been running for a few days straight. The group I was with was attacked by the dead. So after some time, I climbed a tree to see if I had any dead near me. I lost my footing before I could get a good look."

Looking at her like he wasn't sure to believe her or kicker to the curb. "What happened to the rest of your group?"

"I'm not sure. I went to the bathroom and came back running when I heard people screaming. There was nothing I could have done. So I ran."

"How many walkers have you killed?"

Shrugging as she thought. "I've lost count."

"How many humans?"

"Zero and I'd like to keep it that number."

"Good." There was a long pause. "I'm sorry about your group." As they stood their awkwardly Rick spoke again. "Beth is convinced you were some supermodel before all this happened."

"It won't affect me in doing what needs to be done in staying alive. I've lasted this long and have no intention of dying anytime soon."

Giving her a nod he agreed. "Good. Now rest up, we need you at your best."