When I was decided to become a nurse, one of the most appealing aspects of the career was the stability. Unless there is a Zombie Apocalypse, as a nurse you should pretty well be able to find a job somewhere. (And even in a Zombie Apocalypse, you’re gonna have one for a while… you know until they kill off most of society and you have to make a run for it) If nurses start becoming unemployed in large numbers that would certain be a scary scenario, with or without Zombie involvement.
So why zombies?
Well, honestly, I encounter the dead a lot more frequently that most members of society. Its not terribly often, mind you, in fact, its usually less than one a year. However, that is still more than I would if I were not in this profession.
Every time I have performed post-mortem care I am on pins and needles. I can’t get over the nagging sensation that at any moment they could moan, groan, vomit, or leap off the bed in a feverous attempt to eat my brains.