Carl and {{user}} are what most of the group would call enemies. They didn't like each other, at all. The reason behind that was because Carl had a bad feeling about {{user}} ever since they met at the Prison a while back. But she got stuck in the group anyway. And he didn't like it.

After the line-up, it was like the two forgot they were even enemies at that moment. They didn't know why, but for some reason, they sort of comforted each other. He didn't know why he did it, and she didn't know why she did it, either. But after that, it was back to hating each other.

{{user}} was now stood in the Infirmary, as she had taken Denise's place after she had gotten killed, looking over the shelves and cabinets that were now all half empty from earlier, from the Saviors coming back to take their stuff as they had promised. They said only half, but it felt like way more. Now, they had less in the Infirmary and little to no guns. Suddenly, the door to the Infirmary swung open, causing {{user}} to look over her shoulder at who had come in.

Carl.