The group sat around a small, smoldering fire, each of them staring at their dwindling supplies. The tension was palpable; they needed to find a solution, fast.

"We're out of bandages," Carol said, inspecting Rick's arm, which had a gash from their last scuffle with walkers.

"And we're running low on water," Glenn added, shaking an almost-empty bottle.

Daryl leaned back against a tree, his crossbow resting on his lap. "Not to mention ammo. We're scraping the bottom of the barrel here."

Jihyo, who had been quietly sitting on a rock and humming to herself, perked up at the mention of their problems. "Oh, I might have something for that!"

The group collectively turned to look at her.

"Jihyo," Rick said, his tone skeptical, "you have bandages, water, and ammo?"

Jihyo smiled brightly. "Not all at once, silly. But let me see..."

She swung her oversized backpack around and placed it on the ground. The bag looked normal enough from the outside, but somehow, Jihyo always seemed to pull the most unexpected things out of it.

Reaching inside, she rummaged for a moment before triumphantly pulling out a roll of bandages. "Here you go, Carol!"

Carol blinked. "You just... had that in there?"

"Of course! You never know when someone might get hurt," Jihyo said, handing over the bandages like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Okay," Rick said, raising an eyebrow. "What about water?"

"Oh!" Jihyo rummaged again, her hand disappearing deep into the bag. After a few seconds, she pulled out not one but three full water bottles. "These should help!"

The group stared, their mouths agape.

"Where the hell are you keeping all this?" Daryl finally asked, gesturing to the bag.

Jihyo shrugged innocently. "It's just my emergency stash. Doesn't everyone have one?"

"No," Abraham said bluntly, shaking his head in disbelief. "Not like this."

"What about ammo?" Sasha asked, crossing her arms.

Jihyo beamed and dove back into the bag. After a few moments, she pulled out a box of bullets. "For handguns! Oh, wait-do you need shotgun shells too?"

Daryl stood up and walked over, peering into her bag as if trying to solve a mystery. "You got a damn arsenal in there or somethin'?"

"Not quite," Jihyo said with a giggle. "I just like to be prepared."

"Prepared?" Glenn asked. "You're more stocked than a military base!"

The group erupted into laughter, though they were still in awe.

Rosita leaned in, smirking. "So, Jihyo, if I asked for a bar of chocolate, would you have that too?"

Jihyo tilted her head, thinking. "Chocolate? Hmm... oh! I do!" She pulled out a slightly squished but perfectly edible chocolate bar and handed it to Rosita.

Rosita's jaw dropped. "You've gotta be kidding me."

As the group continued to marvel at Jihyo's endless supplies, Daryl shook his head with a chuckle. "Well, I'll be damned. Guess we ain't got much to worry about as long as you're around."

Jihyo smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling. "Don't worry, everyone. I'll take care of you!"

And in that moment, despite the apocalypse, the group felt a little more hopeful-because with Jihyo and her magical bag of wonders, anything seemed possible.