The reaper wasn't sure how turning to alcohol was going to keep her safe from the zombie apocalypse. But if George was still alive she might have headed to the bars herself.
"Look, you don't have to-- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST LADY. RUN."
George yanked back on Jeanie's hand and interrupted herself when the zombie came toward them. Perhaps she hadn't done a very good job explaining the zombie cold.
"He wants to eat you! The sickness makes you want to eat people! If you want to help him don't let yourself get sick!"