One day looks an awful lot like the next (open)
Since ending up here she and King were put in an arena with control collars on to play gladiator, met Batman and Superman, were cursed by a fairy, and had to deal with a rain of frogs, snakes and spiders as big as a hubcap.
There were a few good people around here and a few that she really didn't like. Other than that it seemed like a kind of pointless wandering around for the next weird thing to hit so they could deal with it and distract themselves. Abby was starting to think that they needed to find something to do like their old hunting group just so they had a reason to get up and get moving in the mornings. So far she hadn't really mentioned it to King. Abby hated to put that unhappy look on his face and she wasn't sure if he was feeling that same itch to jump into something like more hunting just to keep busy. Yes, he had to be kept busy because he was the poster child for ADHD compulsive behavior but that didn't mean he'd want to hunt.
There was an open space near the wall of the city where she'd set up a target range for her bow so she could keep in practice. When she really needed to move around Abby would take her things out there and shoot for a while. It was a very zen turn off your mind sort of thing to shoot a bow. Each draw of the arrow, slow breath of air out of your lungs then release cleared the mind. The solid smack of the arrow into the bullseye each time didn't hurt either.
Once her quiver was empty she walked over to start pulling the arrows out of the target so she could start again.