Demolition

Return of Neriad

Narrator's P.O.V.
*Two days ago*

Glenn watched Autumn walk away and slowed began to breathe normal again. His mind raced at what just happened.

Autumn walked away from the bathroom, smirking at her plan. No one would ever figure it out and no one would believe Glenn.

*2 DAYS LATER*

"You lied to us!" Maggie screamed after I read the poster out loud.

"I'm innocent I swear!" Nëraid yelled from the inside of the cell.

"It doesn't seem like it if the FBI have a WANTED poster for your arrest!"

"They don't understand!"

"Then explain why they have a who file on your and your family! Why your brother is wanted for the same reasons! Why should  we trust you?" Maggie's voice broke. "Why did you pretended to die and continued to lie to us. We thought you were family Nëraid!"

"I'm still the 15 year old that was at the farm that night! That's still me!"

"No. Because that girl died in that hallway, you are a sorry excuse for her." Rick spoke from the table in the middle of the cafeteria.

Nëraid flinched, stung by his words as if they were a slap across the face. Pain etched in her sea green eyes.

"I had to. I'm sorry. I didn't want to leave. There were things that were happening and I need to go. It was for your own safety."

"That's bull! You told us you were cursed, you were half god, and can control water and liquid alike, we still loved you. We find a WANTED poster. For TREASON AND TERRORISM. I trusted you with my daughter and my family. I won't make that mistake again."

Nëraid's eyes snapped up form the ground that she was looking at in shame. The shame was replaced with a fierce fire that she directed at Rick.

"Not ONCE in the entire apocalypse did I EVER, hurt one of you, put any one of you in danger. How dare you say that Rick, because I protected you more than you can EVER fathom."

Rick was taken aback by her sudden ferocity but quickly his front came back up.

"That doesn't matter anymore."

Nëraid's eyes turned dark and the ground rumbled. Rick's stone cold face turns fearful.

"It doesn't matter?"

"Then kill us all Nëraid! We know you've been itching to! Use your power and do what you've said you'll never do!" Daryl screamed, opening his vocal chords up for the first time since her capture.
The ground stilled. The world became silent.
"Do you really think I would kill you?" Nëraid's voice quivered as she spoke. Daryl's eyes immediately soften, his love for Nëraid clouding his judgement.

"I don't even know who you are anymore, but you aren't Nëraid. The Nëraid we know wouldn't be wanted by the FBI to be sentenced to death for murder, treason, and ever other felon in the United States." Daryl spoke harshly again, reminding himself of what has happened.

"It really says that? They wanted to arrest me then put me to death? No trial?" Nëraid asked sadly. Daryl's heart ached at her words.

"Enough!" Yelled Carl, speaking for the first time, "We known Nëraid for 3 years! What has she done to us? She's never hurt us! She loves us!" Carl looked around at each of the group members until his gaze landed on Nëraid. A tear rolled down her cheek and she smiled at Carl and opened her mouth to speak but was cut off
"Go to your cell." Rick said coldly to his son.
"But-"
"GO!"
"You're just mad because you know I'm right!" Carl stomped away into his cell.
Nëraid looked at Rick.
"What happened to you Rick?"
"I'm sorry?"
"You used to be so loving."
"Well that was before I lived with a murderer." Rick spat and shoved the wanted poster into the cafeteria cell that Nëraid was held in. Nëraid watched it fall to the floor. Rick walked out of the cafeteria. Glenn looked at Nëraid and shook his head in disgust and followed. She looked to Daryl, who in turn was looking at the floor.
"Daryl-" her voice cracked. He didn't look up.
"Daryl." She said again, louder than before.
Nothing
"Daryl!" Once again, louder.
Still nothing.
"DARYL!" This was a scream.
Silence followed. Nëraid then began to sob, something she rarely did. Daryl knew that if he looked up and see her so broken, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from running to her. So he turned and walked down the hallway.
"Daryl please!" She begged, crying after him.
He forced himself to keep walking. He only needed to be out if earshot so he couldn't her wails. Almost there Daryl, keep going. Think about everything she's done. Which was nothing, but Daryl wouldn't say that out loud. He kept walking all the way until he got outside. The sun was bright and made the world look happy. As if the apocalypse was some sort of prank. Daryl walked over to a pile of bottles and picked two up. He stared at them, bit his lip, then threw one at the wall of the prison. It shattered on impact, showering glass shards on the ground. He threw the other. Then another. Eventually there was no more bottles left to throw. Daryl's breath became short and fast until he almost hyperventilated. The weight of everything collapsed on to him and he, along with it, fell to the ground, landing on the pile of broken glass. The glass sliced his hands, face and arms, but he didn't feel anything.  He was numb. There was a ringing in his ears. He lay on the cold, wet concrete and glass, face down and just layed there, defeated.