*Harvey woke up on the streets of Gotham, clothes torn, bruises and cuts all over. He wakes up outside Fish Mooney's nightclub and tries to get up but can't due to a damaged leg so he limps painstakingly in to the club and sits at the bar, he notices it's completely. He grabs a bottle of whiskey and opens it. He takes a swig of it and think back over what happened, talking to himself*
"You're in a mess Harvey, the whole city is crumbling around you and you're sitting in a freaking nightclub"
*he starts thinking about what may happen, he grabs bandages and wraps his leg in it, he takes the nearby barstool and breaks it. Using the leg of the chair as a walking stick, he pried himself up and hobbles outside and starts looking for survivors. When we gets out, he sees a group of zombies approaching and searches for his gun but can't find it* "shit" *he grabs a nearby metal pole and starts fighting them off as more and more surround him*