Without a moment of hesitation, I bolted.
My attacker was as good as paralyzed on the ground, fallen in obvious pain. His muscles were contracting in the residual effect of the electric pulse. He’d be unable to efficiently run for a while. Therefore, I knew I had a much higher chance of escape.
Also, I gained some new information about my attacker. It seemed he was, indeed, a serial killer or pastime murderer. He had raised some sharp metal object to injure me before I turned around, showing he was likely more intent on killing me than taking advantage of me. Along with this more likely motive, his appearance supported the serial killer theory.
In the light of my flashlight, I saw that a mask covered his entire face. It was a startling blue color with black eye-holes and waxy looking paint. It was frightening to say the least.
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