The epidemic started as fast as the Plague.
My name is Simon Matre, and I am the brother and son of two of the victims of this catastrophic event. Since you probably haven’t the faintest idea on what I’m writing about, I guess I should just start from the beginning.
It all started on July 23rd, 2012. The year that everybody swore up and down would be the end of the world. A millionaire named Jean Deint had invented a new brand of toothpaste. I know what you’re thinking, “Why in the world would somebody want to invest so much money in something as small as toothpaste?” But then again think about it. If you were going to pick an item to wreck the world, would you start with something only a certain amount of people purchase, or something seen in every household?
It advertised on television, websites, stores and through celebrities about his scientific breakthrough discovery of a toothpaste that would revolutionize the dentist world. Not only would this paste whiten teeth within twenty-four hours of use, but it completely got rid of all the plaque and stains along with it. And if you left it on a tooth for five hours straight, it would fill up any cavity, big or small.
The catch was that it was only for sale for one week only, because there wasn’t enough resources to create more than what they had at the moment. You also had to be over eighteen to purchase it.
There had been nothing this advanced for the dental world in years, and it was made so you would only have to visit the dentist once every five years. Though dentists hated the idea of this product being produced, the rest of the world looked forward to it’s release.
So a week later on July 30th, it was available for purchase. It sold by the case loads, and it sold to a near estimate of three billion people worldwide. My mother and sister bought their own tube, while my father and I decided we would just borrow some of theirs when we felt like using it.
It arrived in the mail two days later in the late afternoon. After dinner and dessert, my mother went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. My sister decided to go into the other restroom to brush hers since she was going out with friends in about ten minutes. My dad and I put on the playoffs and sat down on the couch. My dad had just cracked open his beer, when it began.
My sister’s scream was the loudest and most eery sound that I will never forget. It sent my heart pound within just one second, and chills go down my arm when the scream was over.
My father and me raced into my sisters room which was luckily right next to the living room, and for the first time in my eighteen years of life, I heard my father cry out in fright. He ran to my sister and picked up her in his arms as she covered her mouth and squeezed onto our father’s shirt. It all happened so fast that I couldn’t see anything but the color of my sister’s face which had turned from a beautiful olive color to a maroon shade.
My father shouted to me to go tell mom that he was taking her to the hospital right away. As he grabbed his keys and booked it out of the house, I ran down the hall to the guest bathroom to tell my mom. I pounded on the door and shouted, “Mom! Jennifer is being taken to the hospital! Something happened, we can take your car to meet them there.” I continued to pound on the door and realized that she wasn’t make a peep in there. I twisted the door handle to see if it was unlocked, and sure enough it was. At that moment I got a sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach, so I slowly opened the door and peered inside.
My mother was laying on her back in the middle of the bathroom floor, with the most horrifying site covering her face and neck. There was no sign of skin or even some muscle tissue from the bottom of her nose, until the top of her chest. I cried out for help, as I ran out of the house. I knew that there was no bringing her back, but I didn’t know what else to do.
Sirens were heard all over town. It felt like the air was filled with nothing but siren cries, as though every ambulance and cop were out tonight. I ran down the driveway as an ambulance flew by me. I waved my arms for the truck to stop, but it did no good.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. How could this have even been sold everywhere without any kind of approval? I shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. I should be thinking about how to get to the hospital. I saw my next door neighbors pulling out of their driveway so I flagged them down and ran up to the car. “I need to get to the hospital!” I cried through the window. He looked at the passenger seat next to his wife and then shook his head while unlocking the door. I hopped in the backseat.
The radio spoke of nothing else but the Deint Filler, the name of the brand of toothpaste. As we got to the street right before the hospital, we could already see a line to get in. I knew this wasn’t going to be over for a while, and I was going to try and help anyway I can.