"Well you certainly don't see that every day." Ian said as he watched somebody crawl on all fours in the direction of the lab.  "I'm sure we'll get to meet that one at the lab later."

Ian and the other two trainers (sorry for just dragging y'all along, but there wasn't much else to do at this point) walked to a large building with its own wind turbine sticking out of the top. The red letters reading 'Gym' were plastered over the doorway and the sign a few feet away from the structure. For some reason, the outer walls of the gym were covered with graffiti. Instinctively, Ian attempted to walk through the automatic doors only to bump against them.

"Maybe it's closed?" He thought out loud as he gave the doors another try. In an attempt to confirm the gym's status he searched for any type of written sign or another indication that the gym was empty. Finding nothing, he turned to the other two and shrugged. "I guess nobody's home." 

Sneasel was still inspecting the area around the gym to see if there was some kind of alternate way in, after a few seconds she returned and sighed with disappointment.

"I guess facing a gym as soon as we got here was a bit optimistic anyway." Ian said, patting Sneasel gently on the head.