… Back in 1880, someone had to tend the wounded. The field nurses were a hardy breed — utterly fearless, heavily armed, and carrying a small hospital’s worth of supplies on their person in case of injured survivors. They were known by their emblem, a white cross on red, and by their sturdy blue cloaks that protected them from inclement weather and undead bites alike.
But … um … before we hit the g0thbar, we’re going to catch Quarantine in the theater at the mall. So if anybody there asks, I guess I’m Clara Barton. Or Florence Nightingale. Or something. Happy Halloween, everyone!