The stall was close and tight as she sat on the toilet, shaking and crying lightly as she listened to the footsteps outside, drawing ever closer. She was shaking so hard she thought she was going to be sick but she kept it in, head in her hands now.

She had left him. The one guy in her life who she had cared for she'd fled from when the horde came.

It was his fault! She reminded herself He went through the metal detector with his watch on!

But even knowing that he alerted the throng of zombies in the flight lounge couldn't stop the guilt of seeing the mass of infected leap on him, so many she couldn't see his body under the howling mass as she ran sobbing to the bathroom.

She wasn't sure how she escaped… even now, an hour later; she didn't know why they let her go, let her cower here like some beaten dog.

A click of the door being opened alerted her to someone (or something) entering, but she could tell from the way the feet moved it was not a casual passing common, but someone living!

Hannah opened the stall and quietly peeked out, and gasped.

There, in the door way, framed by the light was her boyfriend. She couldn't see his face, but she knew it was him.

"Michael!" She cried, standing up she ran for him, but froze as she saw his face and neck. His neck was huge, thick with muscle – she never remembered that… and his eyes, his eyes where as black as night.

He was Infected.

"No!" She sobbed, backing away as he took a step forward, a grin splitting his face as she ran back to the stall and shut herself in, starting to cry.

The thing that had been Michael threw its head back and howled, the sound making her cry out and cover her ears, the glass cracking from the pitch. As he stopped, his cry was answered by another howl – but this was not of one person, but many.

She yelped as she realised he had called a horde on her – her beloved boyfriend had just doomed her.

The rushing of feet and the howling of infected met her as the door to the bathroom was smashed back, and a score of infected flung themselves at her stall, making her scream in fright. The door to her stall smashed and rocked, the lock staying firm as the horde beat on it. Several more reached under the partition, clutching at her feet as she yanked them back up onto the toilet, sobbing harder.

A grim realisation settled over Hannah as she realised the lock wouldn't hold, and even then smaller commons would eventually work out to climb over the top or underneath the door.

It was all too much and she started to scream, rocking back and forth

"MICHAEL!" She cried knees to her chest her screams whipping the horde into an even greater frenzy, the lock starting to bend as the zombies smashed themselves full force against the door, when finally the lock gave.

She felt broken nails clutch her arms as she was dragged out onto the lino by the horde, feeling feet and hands smash against her, grabbing for her flesh she cried out in pain, begging it to stop.

Michael offered a short, sharp bark as the commons backed off, looking to him. Hannah whimpered as she got to her feet slowly, Michael stepping forward he gripped her arms she yelped as he pulled her to him, lips on hers she gasped, kissing him back, forgetting what he was for a moment.

Michael broke the kiss with a soft growl, looking into her eyes he grinned

"You left me." He whispered "You made me what I am."

She shook her head violently

"No! Michael I-"

"SHUT UP!" He roared, pushing her to the floor she started to sob as he knelt down

"Bye bye you bitch." He hissed, and with a hiss the Horde fell upon her again, kicking and punching, teeth and claw…

And this time Michael did not stop them.

***

When the Horde had killed her, after a long five minutes or her screaming and pleading (it had gotten quite annoying by the end), the thing that had been Michael looked over the broken corpse that had been his girlfriend for three years, and felt nothing. His name was gone – who was he? What was he?

He wandered from the bathroom, pushing past the milling infected as calm descended over him.

He was nothing-

He was Nil.

A:N! This is my first Published Fanfic, so please comment and review! 
Nil is a Howler, my own special Infected… he is like a Screamer but he has limited control over the horde he summons and of course, is not mindless