The night sky was clear, the stars twinkling like tiny diamonds scattered across a dark velvet blanket. The group sat around their makeshift campfire, the flickering flames casting long shadows across the faces of those gathered. The warmth from the fire mixed with the cool night air, offering a strange but comforting balance.

Jihyo sat beside the fire, a content smile on her face as she absentmindedly sorted through her bag—her treasure trove of miraculous finds. She hummed softly to herself, the only sounds in the otherwise quiet night being the crackling fire and the occasional rustle of the trees around them.

Everyone was sitting a little closer than usual tonight. After the surprise of the food and water, after the shock of her uncanny ability to always have exactly what they needed, they couldn’t help but feel a little more connected to the woman who had quickly become a symbol of hope to them.

Daryl, usually the quiet one, glanced over at Jihyo, still incredulous. “You really always seem to have something when we need it.”

Jihyo paused, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before she answered, her voice soft. “It’s just… luck, I guess. Or maybe it's the world showing us a little kindness in the middle of all this chaos.”

Rick, sitting next to Daryl, nodded slowly. “Maybe it’s more than luck. We all need something to hold on to, Jihyo. You’ve been that something for us.”

Her gaze softened at his words, and she gave a small nod, as if acknowledging the truth in them. “I just want to help. I don’t want anyone to feel like they're alone in this.”

The silence that followed was comfortable, a quiet understanding settling over them all. But then, as if on cue, Jihyo pulled something else from her bag—a small, shiny object that caught the firelight.

“Another shiny thing?” Eugene remarked with a raised eyebrow.

Jihyo smiled mischievously, holding up the object. “A little keepsake. Maybe it'll bring us good luck tomorrow.”

The group chuckled, but this time there was no frustration, no confusion. They had grown used to her strange ways, her odd little habits. And somehow, in a world as dark and dangerous as theirs, Jihyo's presence was a kind of light, a beacon that kept them going.

As the fire crackled and the group settled in for the night, Jihyo leaned back against a tree, her bag resting beside her. The others did the same, finding their own spots to rest, their weary bodies thankful for the fleeting moments of peace.

Rick watched as Jihyo closed her eyes, a peaceful expression on her face, almost as if she was already drifting off to sleep. He couldn't help but smile. No matter how strange or unpredictable she was, Jihyo had become an essential part of their family—a reminder that even in the worst of times, there could still be moments of grace, of surprise, of kindness.

Tomorrow, they would face whatever the world threw at them. But for tonight, they had each other, and that was more than enough.

And as the fire dimmed and the night deepened, one thing was certain—no matter what came next, Jihyo would always be there, with her bag of miracles and her unwavering belief that the world still had some good left in it.

The end.