I pulled the dulled knife out of the zombies rotten head. A thick red liquid I was become acquainted with coated the surface of my knife. I wiped the knife on the ripped and faded blue shirt the man was wearing and slid it back into my creme sheath. I sent out a loud whistle hoping Max would return to my side, he came trotting through the woods with a bloody squirrel in his mouth. He wined happily and dropped it at my feet.
-A new book I plan to work on. It's definitely new to me! Please give feedback on the few sentences I have written above..