Chuck bolts when he gets into the forest. Raleigh's still a little bleary and Chuck uses that to his advantage, taking sharp turns and heading into the thickest part of the underbrush in order to avoid detection. With the racket they were making on the beach, they won't be alone long. Chuck doesn't intend to run into any careers.

He hears Raleigh say his name, and it just prompts him to move faster, to push himself harder, harder because he know he can, he's capable, he doesn't need someone saving his fucking ass. He's won this before, cut a swath through the other tributes last time -- he doesn't need Raleigh.