from Space-D, a Science Fiction Comedy Horror:
The gun in her shoulder holster made her back ache, but no way in hell would Daphne open the hatch and step out onto Planet H311 without it.
Thumbs hitched in her coverall straps, she sneered at the portal. The planet’s red sky roiled with an electrical storm that lit up the plexi. "I might be stuck on hell, but you suckers are the pit’s end of hell’s throwbacks. And you’re going down."
Too bad nobody heard her trash-talk. Then again, she still wasn’t any good at it.
With a shaking hand, she slid the locking pin out of the emergency door’s push bar.When she heaved it open, the hatch clanged against the outside hull and reverberated down the empty antechamber. The echo reminded Daphne of her status. Alone. Stuck on a terraformed planet settlement gone wrong. This enviro-struct her only shelter in a world teeming with carnivorous worms larger than her daddy’s pet python and meaner than his crazed, outlawed Rottweiler robo-dog.