"I mean Planet Earth, the place. It's...a proper noun," Elena explained awkwardly. How else did you explain that? "It's all the living dead do where I'm from, they've destroyed nine tenths of the whole world, eating everything. I'm able to control it, but even I feel the urge to eat and destroy. It's...harder when I haven't eaten recently. If this 'blood wine' of yours is something magical designed to feed zombies, I could give it a try, but...generally I need a few pounds of fresh meat in my stomach. Anything will do, I'd eat cow back during the start of the outbreak."