Jimmy explored the corridor he was in. He was on edge, because he still expected to be shot on sight if he ran into someone, as it still hadn't dawned to him that this place was likely abandoned. The cleanliness of this place played a trick in his mind, he subconsciously thought that someone was taking good care of this place, which didn't exactly make him stupid, but paranoid.
Plenty of sci-fi horror movies that he watched as a kid, ran past his mind. He was fully expecting to either be shot, or torn apart by an alien monster that he couldn't even comprehend. At this point, this was like a natural fear of snakes, he knew enough to be cautious.
However, his fears didn't outweigh his desire to find cool shit, so he kept browsing, being aware of each step he took. How hard he stepped, and how noisy his movements were.
"This place looks like a damn fancy living room," He whispered.
