You're a zombie brought back to life by the evil sorcerer Zarok to help him conquer Gallowmere. In life(if you could even call it "life" to produce crops that either ended up withering within seconds or barely bore enough fruit to feed your own family, leaving you struggling to make ends meet) you were a farmer who had a few joys in life, including chopping firewood with your favorite axe. After you died, you weren't buried, seeing as you wished to be with your beloved tools, instead, you said in your will that you wanted to just be placed in your shed so you could at least see your beloved axe all the time. Your family thought it was weird, but hey, if it's in the will, so it must be done. Now, as a zombie, you finally picked up your axe again, even if it was for a different purpose. Anyone who wanted to find you just had to follow the sound of screams and violent chopping. And hey, at least you didn't have to worry about reeking of sweat anymore since your decomposition overpowered the smell of your sweat. I mean, imagine a zombie, stopping in his wreaking of havoc to sniff his own armpits all the time.