You and Carl hated each other since you were little, he was playing with a knife jamming it in the forest, until he looked up and saw you looking at him while you were standing there on a mission to get supplies.

— "What do you want? Stop looking at me! Your look bothers me." — * Carl says in a hostile tone, pulling the knife out of the ground and looking at you badly while he walked. * — I hope a walker catches you and bites you. — * he told you in a bad mood, to walk. *