[ He feels...confused. Disjointed. Like something is tugging at his brain and he can't exactly place who or what or why. It confuses him and that makes him angry, makes him want to beat Raleigh in the face with the butt of his gun, until it's an unrecognizable mess of flesh and gristle and bone.
But he doesn't. He pulls back, panting and wild-eyed and pissed off and he doesn't lower his gun but he stops. ]
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But he doesn't. He pulls back, panting and wild-eyed and pissed off and he doesn't lower his gun but he stops. ]
Who is Chuck?