Both Worlds

It was a complicated few seconds. All I knew was that I was slowly drifting away from the spaceship, my tether cut, with only a gun in my hand.

I knew my physics, if I fired the gun behind me until it was out of projectiles, then threw the gun, I'd have a chance at staying close enough to be found and saved.

But in front of me, the alien who presumably cut my tether was slowly breaking into the craft.

I fired every bullet into the alien. They all bounced off, as I drifted away.

Worst of both worlds.