Pencil Pushers - A Drabble

BEWARE: This drabble is over half a year old. I've improved my writing skills considerably since then, so this drabble WILL contain grammatical errors, comma misuse, and other nonsense. I apologize in advance.
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It had been a relatively routine day at the office for everyone involved
in its inner workings, though for one man in particular, today's work
had seemed almost insufferably bland. Archibald Cartwright, a
less-than-prominent member of the Company's Science Team, was a tiny
man, almost freakishly so when compared to his fellow employees (who
were all freaks in their own right), though surprisingly few had ever
commented on his physical stature, or lack thereof. His face was gaunt
and pale, adorned by a bony set of cheeks that jutted from his face in
an almost obtrusive manner, in fact, the cheeks seemed to be almost
begging for attention from whatever onlookers would take note of them
(which was, inevitably, quite a few).
Cheeks aside, these dramatic structures were not the only ones worthy of note; looming proudly above
the sniveling cheekbones, a singularly haughty-looking nose rose from
between a pair of beady, glasslike eyes that seemed to be capable of
observing nothing in particular, and yet still appeared to be picking
over some distant object with undeniable intensity, making Archibald
Cartwright one of the most, if not the most distinct (and
arguably, the most hideous) of the Company's veritable army of pencil
pushers.
Despite these peculiar disfigurements, Archibald had never allowed them to have any sort of bearing on how he conducted his work,
and he certainly hadn't started any new trends on this day in
particular. As it was, Cartwright had been primarily occupied with a
tedious amount of paperwork for the majority of the day, and had been
working in a decidedly concentrated fashion when he was accosted by an
inter-office courier of some sort that he had yet to become acquainted
with. The miserable-looking wretch quickly dispatched any inquiries as
to why he had suddenly made himself present by dropping a small memo
onto Cartwright's desk, departing before any protest could be made,
leaving the dwarf to peruse the scant lines of text present upon the
desolate page.
Weary Cartwright, tired and worn, flicked the letter aside upon deducing what task the higher ups had relegated him to;
apparently there was some specimen that needed transferring from the
main labs in Section Two down to the boys in Post-Processing. As
interesting as all of that might have sounded for a neophyte employee,
the veteran Cartwright knew that this simply meant a whole lot of gurney
pushing and expended effort for him. For what? Ten bucks tacked onto
his usual weekly salary? That was hardly enough to compensate, but what
could he do? If he complained, he'd be fired for sure. All he could do
was grit his teeth and bear it.
Groaning, Archibald rose to his feet, taking a moment to pop his already aching back in several places
before trudging across the office towards Lab Access. Roughly ten
minutes elapsed before he emerged from Lab Access guiding a sizable
gurney across the laminated office floor to the gleaming, polished steel
doors that led to the staircase to Post-Processing. At this point in
time, it should be known that Archibald T. Cartwright was a man of few
fears. He had been trapped in a lion enclosure on several different
occasions, and had stared the ravenous Mako in the face while swimming
for land, all without a trace of apprehension. However, stairs had
remained a constant opponent throughout his life, and even now they
continued to loom over and daunt him.
This is why it should come as no surprise that upon reaching the head of the descending staircase to
Post-Processing, Cartwright was struck by a fit of terror so severe, he
was sent flying forward into the space before him, arms flailing
violently as a savage shriek of absolute terror ripped from the very gut
of his being. The agonizing scream lasted only a split-second however,
as Cartwright's neck found itself summarily snapped in two upon impact
with the hard, unforgiving landing far below. Meanwhile, the previously
sedated corpse rose from the fallen gurney, cast a sideways glance at
Archibald's lifeless form, and before lurched up the stairwell to infect
the clueless office workers above, bringing an end to their pitiful existence and sparking a glorious new beginning for all of zombiekind.

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This is an original work, written by me. Do not steal this, replicate it, edit it, etc. unless given permission by me.

I will eat you if you do.

That said, I hope you guys like this little drabble.