"I don't need you to continue controlling my life!" Carl yelled loudly, angry at you. You are his older sibling, and of course, Rick also put you in charge of making sure he behaved; Since Carl became more rebellious, he was banned from using guns in this penitentiary.

"I'm not a little boy anymore." Carl growls, walking at a hurried pace, wanting to get away from you. He is, like any child, believes he is right, especially since his mother has died. "I can take care of myself, let me!"