Three uful days passed.
Clark could not help but feel like he had bee on a fool’s errand. Sure, most of the victims were found near gyms, but they were spread aetropolis. There must be hundreds, if not thousands, of gyms iy. Why was he wasting his time here, when he could be spending time on his prison piece?
Stepping off the treadmill somewhat dejected, Clark made his way to the water cooler, where he could ‘actally’ spill some water on himself so it looked like he had been breaking a sweat. With his mind far away at Stryker’s Islaentiary, w how Parasite made his escape this time, Clark ran into a sweaty gym bro.
“Sorry”, mumbled Clark, glasses askew.
“What the fuerd? Now I’ve got protein shake all over my shirt!”, a hirsute jo a si shouted, raising a fist. Clark’s stomach sank as he reised the reddening face. He was one of the fratty five from a few days ago.
“Dude, Chad! Chill!” Another frat bro — shorter, around 5’10, and with a more sinewy, runnner’s physique — jumped iween Clark and Chad.
“Fuck this. But if he better stay out of my way!”. Chad angrily stomped towards the locker room, three other lackeys trailing after him.
“Ignore Chad dude - he lost the state wrestling finals today and ’t make it to the national team this year”, laughed the blond runner, “he’s normally quite a friendly guy, just has a bit of a temper. I’m Randy by the way.” “I’m Clark”, Clark said, as he raised his hand to half-heartedly fist-bump Randy.
A few more uful days passed.
Uncharacteristic of him, Clark tried to broach the issue of his assigo Pump & Flex with Mr White again. The editor would have none of it, “Kent. All you o do is a little exercise after work. It’s not rocket sce. The monster who’s been turning people into raisins clearly has a thing for young men. Where are the young men? College, Kent, college. Just scout around a few more days. If nothing es up, then you go back to sitting