The morning in Alexandria was unusually quiet. Rick and the group were doing their usual checks on the gates and planning their day, while the residents went about their chores. Things had started to feel stable, if only for a moment. That’s when the familiar rumble of an engine shook the ground.

Rick’s head snapped up, and he sighed deeply. “It’s her again, isn’t it?”

“Yup,” Daryl muttered, already bracing himself.

The group turned to see Jihyo’s latest vehicle—a massive, imposing Hummer H1, jet black and covered in dust from whatever adventures she had been on. The hulking machine roared down the road, its wide tires crunching gravel as it approached the group who, once again, happened to be standing in her path.

“She’s got another one,” Michonne said, crossing her arms as she watched the beast of a car roll closer. “Where does she even find these things?”

Daryl scoffed. “Probably wherever she finds the nerve to drive like a damn maniac.”

As the Hummer slowed to a crawl in front of them, the group instinctively prepared themselves for Jihyo’s usual antics. Would she honk at them relentlessly? Would she pull some wild stunt, like driving through them or pulling a sudden drift? They waited, watching as the window rolled down.

Jihyo leaned out, one hand casually resting on the wheel, her signature smirk plastered on her face.

“Well, are you all just gonna stand there, or do you wanna come with me?” she asked, her voice light but teasing.

The group blinked, confused.

“Come with you where?” Rick asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Scavenging,” Jihyo replied simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “There’s a spot I know about a few miles out. Thought maybe you guys would want to tag along.”

The group exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond.

“You’re… inviting us?” Michonne asked, skeptical.

“Yeah,” Jihyo said with a shrug. “Figured you might want some extra supplies. Plus, I’ve got space.” She gestured to the massive Hummer behind her, the spacious interior clearly capable of fitting everyone comfortably.

Daryl frowned. “Why now? You’ve never asked us to join you before.”

Jihyo tilted her head, as if considering his question. Then she smiled. “Guess I’m feeling generous today. Or maybe I’m just bored. Either way, are you coming or not?”

Rick studied her for a moment, trying to gauge her sincerity. Jihyo had always been unpredictable, but she’d never outright lied to them. If she said there was a good scavenging spot, there probably was.

“Fine,” Rick finally said, nodding. “We’ll come. But no crazy driving.”

Jihyo’s grin widened. “No promises.”

The group hesitated for a moment before climbing into the Hummer, squeezing into the surprisingly comfortable seats. Jihyo waited until everyone was settled before revving the engine, the deep growl vibrating through the vehicle.

As they drove off, Daryl couldn’t help but mutter, “I don’t trust this.”

Jihyo, overhearing him, glanced at him through the rearview mirror with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Relax, Daryl. I’m not always up to something.”

“You usually are,” Michonne said, crossing her arms.

Jihyo just laughed, turning her attention back to the road. The Hummer rumbled onward, carrying the group toward whatever destination Jihyo had in mind. For now, they could only hope her intentions were as straightforward as she claimed—but with Jihyo, they could never be sure.