Slayer

In the darkness of the Varrock sewers, there are many dangers. Giant spiders are among the lesser of these. They are huge, slightly bigger than a dog, and blood red in color. They deliver a fatal poison, that does not kill it's victims. The poison does end their conscious life, their brain dies. However, the motor functions remain intact, controlled by the Giant Red Spider eggs injected with the poison. Anyone tainted, becomes a zombie, a vessel for the Baby Red Spiders. Only once the babies outgrow the body, can it die in piece.

There is danger, of course, in these Zombies, which claw, and bite, run and hunt like an animal. They can kill efficiently, with blows that knock heads off shoulders. Mostly, however, they break rips, tear faces open, reduce people too a bloody pulp, and, still living, feast on them. They repulsive, ugly, deadly, and deteriorating (the rot still sets in without the heart and blood, so many of the zombies have limbs missing, ribs sticking out, some are even headless-but they are all no less deadly). They are all of these things, and more. But they are not the worst in the sewers.

The worst would be vampires. They hide in the sewers, where the deadly sunlight cannot reach them. The dangers there are of little threat to them, with their metaphysical strength and unnatural agility and speed. They hold up there by day, and hunt by night. If any an adventurer were to go down there, they would be at constant risk of vampire attack. They can't all be Count Draynor's, holed up in fancy mansions. There are peasant vampires.

Cara was no mere adventurer, but she was still a target. She knew this of course, and she knew that the creatures, especially the spiders, would take advantage of her lack of armour. Cara didn't really need armor, though, it would have slowed her down. She was unhappy enough with the weight of the the light steel sword by her side, armour would have been absolutely ridiculous. Besides, with her stake, dagger, bottle of holy water, crucifix and bulbs of garlic, she felt safe enough.

So it was with a light heart she walked down the dark sewer tunnel, with no light but the faint glowing of the torches on the shadowy walls. She tensed slightly when she saw her first Zombie of this night, but relaxed as she saw it had it's back to her. Silently, she crept up behind it. It's back had half rotted away with age, so she could the spine. Just a quick twist would render it immobile. So, gingerly, she slipped around the spine, and realised it could not feel her. She moved her hips, twisted the spine horribly and then twisted herself, flipping the Zombie over her and knocking every single vertebrae out of place.