The Metatron Chronicles

By Trisha M. Wilson

Ruin Storm Akira is coming.

She will kill without regret or discrimination, destroy families, and gleefully devastate centuries of hard work.

And yet, few believe she will hit Nippon. The news swears she’ll ravage Taiwan.

Even the best minds think she’ll go elsewhere.

But Metatron knows better. Akira is coming and only he can save millions of lives.

Will he succeed?

Or will the humans defy his lifesaving efforts?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trisha M. Wilson
• Release date: Jul 20, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370390434

Trisha M. Wilson

Trisha M. Wilson lives in Wisconsin. With a degree in History and minors in Math and Business Administration, Ms. Wilson still has no idea what she wants to do with her life. When not regularly contributing on Colbyjack.net, she leads the life of a happy hermit with her three cats and family.

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The Metatron Chronicles

By Trisha M. Wilson

Edited by Colby Trax

A City Tale

First Serialized at  WWW.COLBYJACK.NET

Copyright © 2017 by Trisha M. Wilson

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Table of Contents

The Metatron Chronicles

Shelter 46 – August 25 to September 1

Dai-Chochin Matsuri – August 26

Travel Deals – August 26

Food Truck Revelations – August 27

Self-Defense Force – August 28

Haunting Captain Ueda – August 29

The Machines – August 30

Owara Kaze-no-Bon Festival – August 31

Thanking M. Tron – September 1

Saving the Turtles – September 2

Train Station – September 4

Matsue – September 10

Tonight’s News – September 12

The Metatron Committee – September 30

19 Years Later

About The Author

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Shelter 46 – August 25 to September 1

It all started with the extra food coming into the shelter on August twenty-fifth.

Hina, in charge of cataloging each and every item she received at Shelter Forty-Six, thought it was the government simply making sure she had enough supplies on hand.

The last shipment had been nearly a year ago, so their prepackaged, shrink wrapped, just-add-water meals were older but in no danger of spoiling. This food was meant to last a thousand years before needing to be replaced, not that anyone at the shelter believed it would survive such a length of time. Disasters came seasonally and even when they didn’t, beggars always knocked on the shelter’s back door, desperate for something to eat.

Hina usually turned them away – the supplies were for disaster victims, not those simply down and out – but every so often she’d see a family starving to death and give them enough of the prepackaged food to survive a few nights. It was the least she could do and nobody ever questioned her when she put down that there were losses from rodent infestations or that the packages weren’t sealed correctly. She always had enough on hand for any catastrophe that might come her way and when the shelter ran low, they received more in a new shipment like this one.

But when Hina inspected the newest shipment and realized the extra food was fresh, the type of food one might expect to buy in a store and eat within a few days to a couple weeks, Hina became confused and concerned.

What need did she have with fresh food? Unless there was an imminent natural disaster, which she would have been informed about as they always told her such things as soon as possible, she shouldn’t have received this food. It should have been sent to stores, not to her disaster shelter.

Realizing the mistake, she emailed the person in charge of stocking her shelter, explaining that there had been an error.

Only seconds after sending the email, however, she received a response saying it wasn’t a mistake. The extra food was part of a food relocation program and that she should expect more supplies in the coming days.

Hina felt perplexed. They’d just completed an inventory and didn’t need more supplies, but she refrained from saying this. Every leader of a disaster shelter lived by the same motto: it was better to have too many supplies than not enough. One never knew when they’d be cut off from help for an extended length of time, so more supplies simply meant surviving longer.

Hina profusely thanked the unnamed person on the other end of her computer and joyfully informed her staff to prepare for more supplies.

However, what she expected and what she received was as far apart from each other as Nippon was from the City.

The next day, Hina received thirty pallets of medical supplies, in addition to five emergency vehicles, fully stocked and ready to go.

And if the vehicles weren’t surprising enough, unlike in the past when Hina had taken delivery of equipment but nobody to operate it or train her staff on how to work it, she received fully trained crews for each vehicle.

Are you all staying with the emergency vehicles? Hina asked the fifteen men and women who stood before her.

Their leader, Izumi, nodded. We are to stay here. Have you room for us in the shelter?

Hina laughed at the absurd question. Her emergency shelter was twenty stories of concrete reinforced with nanotube rebarb and other quake, fire, and waterproof building materials. It would withstand a category five storm, a thousand days of fiery riots, and a few magnitude seven earthquakes that had their epicenter directly under the building.

Nothing short of a demolition ball and megatons of explosives could bring it down and there was more than enough room to house her newest helpers.

We have plenty of room, Hina said. Hotaka will show you where you can stay.

At Izumi’s nod, her women and men ambled into the shelter, leaving them alone. Do you know why we’ve been summoned here?

Hina shook her head. I was told to expect supplies, but I never expected fully crewed emergency vehicles. In all my years here, I have never received so much equipment without begging for it. Were you given a reason?

Izumi gazed at the building behind Hina. We were told there would be need of us, but nothing more specific. Have you heard of Tropical Storm Akira?

Hina had a hazy memory of seeing something on the news about it, but had a hard time remember most of the details. I have, but it isn’t coming toward us. It is going to hit Taiwan.

Izumi shrugged. Perhaps there has been another forecast. Perhaps it will hit us.

"I would have been told