His form, shuttered and spluttered as he coughed up the pools of water that rested in his lungs. Gripping the sand, he found himself flipping onto his front as his eyes fluttered to life. His mind ran in every direction yet ended up no where. Every thought he had in that moment seemed scattered, splitting and drowning in some unknown void. Under that masked, that somehow seemed to attach itself to his face, his eyes shifted to the clawed creature that stumbled across the ground. 

He could feel the tiny trickle of blood run down from his ear where he was pinched. He could see the colour of glistening red on it's claw. A twisting of swirling anger made itself known in that void of his mind. It ran in circles as the colour of red found itself in the forefront of his mind. He could feel his fists grow tight as something struck out. A tendril of blackness, no nothingness, struck out wrapping around the crustacean as another two came, ripping the creature limb from limb. With nothing but the body left he found those tendrils throwing it back far into the ocean, for it to meet it's watery grave.

It took a moment for Sam to realise what had came over him, as that swirl of anger faded, he found himself pushing away, scrambling across the ground. He tried to push away from the tendrils, only to find them lingering by his head. Shrieking, he attempted to hit them, trying to scramble away from them. Yet those tendrils just seemed to move out the way of harm.

"W-What in the name of Relo..." Sam cried out, as he scrambled to his feet, looking terrified of his own shadow. Looking back out to the ocean, those feelings of fear seemed to fade for a moment, as an empty void filled his mind. Yet as soon as his fear faded out, that awful sounds, something far too familiar to him, yet so unknown filled his mind, as an overwhelming sense of dread overcame him. "What... Happened..." He whispered as he looked out to the lapping waves. Feeling his grip in his fist tighten as his tendrils begin to lash out, he shouted out to the waves once more. "What are you!" Yet for as much as he screamed it seemed his answers just flew into the void.

His mind was wafer thin, he could feel it bending and stretching, threatening to snap and shatter more than it already had. With each passing moment he looked out towards the ocean, he could feel the pull of curiosity and other worldly desire. It was a black and sickening feeling, a virus that grew in his stomach, yet almost far to tempting to let go of. When his mind finally snapped back to reality, or what left he could perceive of it, Sam found the sea already up to his knees. 

Scrambling back onto the warm sand, he skittishly attempted to get the salt water off his ripped jeans, to less than successful conclusions. Taking several moments to compose himself, the sound of planes caught his attention, streaks of white following behind the masses of flying metal. His eyes followed them, leading taking him further north, and before his mind could register it, his feet already seemed to drag him north. 

Towards the city of Los Angeles. With each step he seemed to repeat it's entire name in full, it's more modern name lost to his mind, and instead it's traditional sailors name seemed to be the only thing left of the area known to him.

Scolding as he starred at the wall, his tendrils twitched seemingly ready to attack anything that made one wrong move, completely without his order, instead acting on his most primal emotions. Although by the call of a man coming from somewhere, suddenly caught his attention and melted through all his defences. Raising his head, he spotted the soldier, as his tendrils lifted up swaying from side to side in a almost child like manor.

Looking up his eyes widened under his mask as he raised a hand, trembling somewhat. Shouting up the wall, he seemed to only speak on word to the soldier. "Help!" He seemed all the more panicked as the sense of human comfort came closer to him. There seemed to be a lack of the ocean calling in this area, which admittedly was a good thing, yet it just felt so odd to him.

His eyes didn't leave the man, even though he seemed tiny and almost hard to keep his attention on, he didn't lose interest. The very idea of other viro life intrigued him, for all he knew he thought he was placed into some limbo after washing up on the beach with nothing more than blood drawing crabs to keep his company. Even now, as the man spoke, Sam wasn't sure if it was real. There was something about his voice that was off. Sam wasn't sure if it was just water in his ears or really true. He wasn't sure, but with how his mind was so far scrambled, he doubted he really truly know.

With the man calling back, Sam's eyes re-shifted under his mask, his tendrils, now seeming to reach and crawl up the walls. He was completely unaware of them moving on their own, now attempting to climb up the smooth wall. Retracting, Sam took a few steps back, and the tendrils followed suit. Looking up at the man again, he merely shook his head, much like a young child rather than a young adult.  "No..." He shouted back, his hands trembling at this point. 

"No! Can't! Not possible!" Sam shouted up once more, his voice now trembling in anxiety. He could hear it in the man's voice, that sense of fear, he seemed to inflict just by being there. For as much as he didn't want it, his tendrils reflected the storm of fear and anxiety that swirled around his stomach. They became violent, seeming to spread out in some horrid pattern behind behind, swaying like an aggravated snake, ready to lash out. Taking steps backwards, Sam's eyes focused through his mask onto his hands, he watched how he made himself tremble, that droning and calling in the back of his mind, ringing in his head like an evil bell calling him straight back to the ocean, like something promised him safety there. 

As much as Sam attempted to stay on his feet, he found himself on his knees once again. It was pathetic, he was acting pathetic and he knew it. Whilst he antagonised himself inside his head for such actions, his body wouldn't listen. For as much as he heard the man shout from the wall, he didn't notice it. His mind was focused on the conflicting collections of words, feeling, sensations that ran through his head, most of which didn't seem to be real in the slightest nor did they make sense, instead they were all there, all drilling into the deepest parts of his insecurities. All of these things, although meaning nothing called for one thing, the deepest darkest depths of the ocean and for what lurked there.

It conflicted, it ran, it promised him safety. It screamed at him to return. Not his own thoughts, but something else, something darker, something monstrous. 

It stopped. Without warning or hint, all the screaming seceded. Leaving him in the deadly silence of his own shattered mind. As much as his conflict was internal, his tendrils repeated the same emotions, up to the point in which they stopped, dropping to the ground as if they were lifeless. Leaving Sam there silent, on his knees staring blankly into the distance.

He knew the truck had rolled up next to him, he knew their were people surrounding him, he even saw the officer walk up to him, with that cautious step as if Sam was going to lash out at any moment. Seconds ago that may of been a possibility, yet now with the silence in his head, the thought of such an action scared Sam. He knew all their eyes were stuck to him, yet it didn't register. Nothing truly did. 

Not until he heard the crunch of twigs and dirt under the boot of the officer. It was small, but it was enough to bring Sam back to the land of the sane and living. His eyes darted up towards the officer, his black, pupil-less eyes filled with anxiety as he saw all the guns surrounding him. Shaking his head, an audible gulp was heard coming from Sam as he slowly pushed himself to his feet. His tendrils dragging lifelessly behind him. 

"I-I'm sorry... I... I don't quiet know what is happening to me..." Taking a moment to compose himself, Sam slowly looked across the ring of soldiers, ready to fire on him. Yet that was the least of his interest as he surely surprised himself in how he found himself stringing a full sentence together. "Could... You help me?" He asked as he slowly turned to face the officer, even though his face was obscured by his mask, there was no doubt by how terrified he truly was.