Rick strolled through the familiar streets of Alexandria, his gaze sweeping over the houses and the people going about their daily routines. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the neatly trimmed lawns, creating a sense of tranquility amidst the post-apocalyptic world.

As he rounded a corner, Rick noticed someone he hadn't seen before. The stranger stood near the community garden, their posture tense as they scanned the surroundings. Intrigued, Rick approached, his hand instinctively moving towards the handle of his holstered revolver.

"Hey there," Rick called out, his voice firm but not threatening. "I don't believe we've met. Who are you?"