In the middle of California lay an abandoned, post-apocalyptic weightlifting gym. It was remarkably intact compared to its fellow buildings nearby. In this gym was a very young, handsome, muscular man. He worked out.

He snatched 315 pounds.

He cleaned and jerked 405 pounds.

His training was not over. He grabbed his baseball bat and savagely pummeled the heavy bag with it. It was a form of exercise he called "unleashing your fury." There was definitely a mesmerizing effect in his mind when doing it. And he had to do it. It's his martial art.

"Time to eat," he said to himself. "I'm running low on food supply. I hope I can scavenge some beef jerky."