'Pumpkin'? Abbie took a self-conscious step back as Harley surveyed her. They couldn't be too different in age. The last time someone ever referred to Abbie as a pet name was...well, never. So needless to say, it threw her for a loop.
"Abbie," she responded with a loose smile. She let herself get pulled into the hug as she looked down the road, trying to understand exactly what was so exciting about an unknown place. History taught her that it was always nothing. Nothing good came out of unknown place. Even if it seemed like something positive, it always turned out negative.
"Crumbly buildings are definitely not my thing." She stepped away from Harley's embrace and started down the road. "But you're right; there's nothing there for us anymore. The only way to go is forward."
Such a strange person, Abbie wondered. Clearly not as affected by the past events as the others were, the way she approached Abbie. It didn't take a lot of thought to figure out this woman ran on optimism. "I wish I had your sense of adventure. Did you not deal with this amount of chaos in your world? Or are you just too used it by now?"