Author's Note: Sorry guys I have been sick off and on for a

while now. I will update as soon as I am able but that is all I can promise.

Chapter Nine

Rogue's P.O.V.

That damned man hadn't stopped looking at me since the damnable incident in the shack. I could paractically feel both men's smirks on the back of my neck. Soph sleeping peaceful in my arms is probably the only reason why I haven't snapped on the two of them. I grimaced slightly as an old dream came to the surface of my mind. Naked bodies, moving together, two males and one female. The two males in the dream closely resembled the two men smirking at my back which is impossible because one I have never met either before Z-day and well this dream happened way before Z-day. 'Well, well my dear princess that means the three of you are meant to be," Lola snickered at me. 'Lola, I can't hit you so it is not fair that you mock me so.' I said while sending her a mental glare.

Daryl's P.O.V.

The girl had Sophia up in her arms like she weighed nothing at all, carrying her while dodging branches and twigs on the ground that could snap at even the slightest amount of pressure with ease. I could not help the smirk as she twisted out of the way of branches. I pictured her twisting underneath me like that as we are having sex and quiet moans slip from her soft pink lips. I bit my lip trying to rein in my hormones. This girl was like pure sin. Her eyes a fierce blue and her straight auburn that falls just pass her shoulders. Her body is muscular and frim and with long legs that seemed to go on for miles. Her chest was a full B or C cup; I can't really tell with that baggy shirt she was wearing. I glanced over at Merle to find him looking at her just as intensely as I had been just moments before. He had a look of possessiveness gleaming in his eyes. He eyes met mine and it was then I knew we felt the same for the little spitfire.

Dixon's P.O.V

Daryl has been watching the girl's back with a smirk since we started out. Not that I can say anything I haven't been watching her too and I would have to say that you would be pretty hard pressed to find a man that wouldn't be staring at her. All her twisting and graceful movements. I could feel myself harden at the thought of having her under me. "Dirty old men shouldn't be thinking about little girls like that," came the darker side of my thoughts, "She will be with some young thing and you will be forgotten." 'No, I won't.' I growled at my dark self, 'I won't let her forget me.' I felt someone gaze on me and turned to locks eyes with him and I see the possessiveness gleaming in his eyes which I am sure mine mimics. A clear message and it was said loud and clear that the little firecracker was ours and ours alone.