Just shoot'em all. This dimension is freaky as hell.
From Create Your Own Story
You go on a shooting spree and manage to pick off ten cultists before the zombies spot you. While seven of them eat the remaining cultists, the others shuffle their way toward you. You fire blast after blast, but the battery on your baton is running low. You'll need sunlight to recharge it, and from the look of everyone's skin tone, sun don't shine here too often!
You're thinking:
Let's go upstairs. Dark upstairs places in creepy houses on alien worlds are always very cozy.
