Filmore Tombs

Filmore was born to a poor family that made their living farming fields side by side with countless zombies. As he grew into adolescence, his hatred for the zombies he worked with began to form and grew with each passing day. He hated how they smelled. He hated their mindless obedience. He hated their stupidity. He even hated the way that they never grew tired and could work day and night for no pay, which in turn drove down the value of his and his family's hard work. He felt useless compared to them, and was paid as though he was worthless.

When he reached adulthood, he found brotherhood with an organization that didn't see him as worthless: the city guard. In fact, his years of working in the fields had molded him into a strong and healthy young man, just the perfect type of person they were looking for. For a couple of years he thrived as a city guard. His pay was more than he ever got as a farmer and his job gave him a sense of purpose. Most importantly, it was a job that no zombie could ever perform better than he. That's not to say there weren't zombies used by the city guard, but the work done by them was grunt work that needed to be done but no one really wanted to do.

It was during this time that Seilus Godfrey got onto Filmore's radar. The old man lived a very low-key life and few people had ever even seen him in person. Yet people who grew too interested in the mysterious old man had a habit of disappearing in an equally mysterious manner. Filmore's decision to investigate Seilus resulted in his very own disappearance.

Filmore never saw it coming. One night he was going to sleep safely in his bed, the next he found himself bound to some chair revealing every secret he'd ever known with a fluidity that he didn't think he was capable of. Once his captor was sufficiently satisfied by the information given, Filmore's throat was summarily slit and his blood quickly drained from his body. When he awoke, he found himself not only bound to the service of Seilus Godfrey, but also now a zombie that he detested so much. And yet, he was not *completely* like the zombies he had long grown to despise. Unlike they, he still retained his mind and soul. He was effectively still the same man he had been when alive, but without the frailties of mortality.

His feelings about his new state of being were conflicting to say the least. On the one hand, he could not deny the power he now possessed. On the other hand, he knew that he could never return to his old life and where once he resented the undead for what they stole from him, he now resented the living for what they had that he could never regain. He took his rage out on Seilus' enemies, finding an odd sense of peace with each life taken. Then as he feasted on the brains of the fallen, he could feel alive again through them, if only for a short while.

It did not take long for him to slip into the comfort of his new life, such as it was. Seilus respected Filmore for his battle prowess and rewarded him handsomely for his work. It would not take long for him to be one of Seilus' top men. It was at this time that he heard of the suicidal Donna D'Dead and decided to take her under his wing. He told her about his life and how much he once hated zombies, but most importantly how he grew to appreciate the benefits of undeath. Donna wasn't exactly convinced by Filmore, but having someone who cared enough to listen to her and share his own experiences with her was enough for her to at least end her own futile attempts on her own life. It had become clear to her that Seilus was not going to let her die easily anyway.

One day, Seilus gave an important task to Filmore. An undead hunter and member of the Order of the Golden Wing was snooping around town and getting uncomfortably close to discovering the true nature of Seilus and his undead cadre. With strict orders to ensure the hunter left town unharmed and never returned, Filmore set out to get rid of the nuisance. Unfortunately, guile was not one of Filmore's strong suits and ultimately the hunter attacked Filmore. Filmore defended himself, slayed the hunter and hid his remains in the woods.

Filmore knew he screwed up, but he told Seilus that the job was complete. Though he was rewarded for a job well done, a combination of guilt and fear quickly overwhelmed the young zombie. He knew that things would not go well if Seilus found out what had happened and eventually confessed to Donna. Donna was furious. She knew this would eventually get out and he would be punished for it. But worse was that it would mean she would lose her only friend.

It would only take about a week before Donna's fears would become realized. The next evening all of Seilus' servants were summoned to the great hall where Seilus stood, clearly upset. He revealed that three more undead hunters had come to avenge their fallen comrade and they had already slain his favorite servant girl, Sandra Sweeps. As he displayed her severed head, he accused Filmore's incompetence for both leading to her death and bringing more trouble to town. Filmore could feel fear chilling his very bones as Seilus blew upon a whistle, summoning his favorite hellhounds who mercilessly attacked the zombie, roasting his flesh and cracking his bones in their teeth. In the end, there would be nothing left of Filmore as the hellhounds hungrily devoured his remains.