A/N: I have decided to put in yet another story, but in this one there's gonna be less A/Ns,

Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers, Final Fantasy 8, Night of the Living Dead or sequels/spin-offs of those previously mentioned; if I did, they would have stomped on small monsters with the Megazord. Enough time wasted here, it's story time.

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Red

John was walking down the hall of his school, when he found a red crystal just lying on the ground. He picked it up and stared at it for several hours; it seemed as if it had started to glow, and he could almost imagine a spirit within staring out at him. There was this feeling inside him, that he was meant to have this, that he had been waiting for this his whole life. It felt like his hand was starting to vibrate. A hand grabbed his shoulder, and he jumped. "What do you think your doin' in the hall during class?" asked Bulk, the hall moniter.

"I had a pass to go to the bathroom, and was just heading back," he answered, showing the thug the pass. Bulk wasn't pleased with this answer. "Well what were you lookin' at?" At this moment Jason realized his hand was empty. He figured it was best not to tell Bulk about the crystal. "Well, I was looking at this nasty rash on my hand," he said, "I think it may be contagious...wanna touch it?" Bulk backed away "Uh...no thanks, just get back to class." and with that, the half-brained thug ran off. What an idiot, Jason thought Can't he tell the difference between a rash and a carpet burn?

Blue

Simon eating off campus at Subway, when he found a blue crystal that seemed to glow with a blue light. As picked it up, it gave him this feeling that it was his, and that it was his birth right. He was distracted feeling something hit him on the back...hard. "Hey nerd, hows your mom; she still chargin' nine-ninety-nine. Right behind him was a skinny boy who went by the name of Skull. The kid thought he was a bad ass because he hung around Bulk, who liked to hang around with some gangsters after school. In reality, that was the only reason the kid hadn't had his ass kicked recently, as everyone hated him and could probably kick his ass. Simon, knew he could probably take this kid, but he noticed Bulk walking into the restaurant. Should have known that Mr. Fat wouldn't let his bitch Mr. Stick get too far, he thought. He then realized that the crystal was no longer in his hand. He must have dropped it when Skull back-slapped him. He realized he had more important matters to attend to. He was already finished with his sub, and tried to leave, when Bulk pushed got in the way. It was gonna be one of those days...

Pink

That afternoon, Debora was on her way home, when she found a pink crystal. Like the other two crystals before it, it disapeared as soon as she looked away. She walked home, and ran into her friend Mary on the way there. Her friend seemed to be staring at something in her hand.

Yellow

Mary stared at the yellow crystal in her hand with awe. It made her feel like it was her birth right to have the stone. She jumped when Debora's hand grabbed her shoulder. "Is anything wrong?" asked her friend? She realized that the crystal was missing. "Nothing," she said. They then walked home together, oblivious to their shared experience.

Black

David frantically searched the room for any sign of the black colored crystal that he had been holding only a moment ago. When he failed to do so, he told his brother John. David's mother had always wanted to adopt an orphan, and after she had died, his father, Ashley J. Williams, had adopted John. Neither one knew that they weren't brothers because they had been so young at the time. John told David about his experiences with the red crystal, and they both wondered what was going on.

White

Paul's father had just told him the entire backstory behind the events of the mid-nineties that made Angel Grove on the map today. His father had been the Green Ranger, and later the white ranger, then the red ranger, and had even been in yet another team for a while before he had finally retired. His father handed him a white crystal "This crystal will give you special powers when you take it; just stare at it intently, then look away, then look back and it will disapear," he said. "You will have increased speed, strength, and awareness, and will eventually be able to morph into the white ranger when you have mastered the spirit inside," his father paused, realizing that he was speaking in long, run-on sentences. "I have no idea how, since the original gear was much different than what you are getting now. You will need to find the other five who have found crystals and join with them first." Paul took it all in, and then responded "As long as I don't have to do the frickin' posing, and will not have any stupid rules that keep me from stepping on small monsters with the zords, I'm in."

Evil

Meanwhile, in a mansion surrounded by a gate that could become an electric fence with the flick of a switch, an evil man had finally succeeded at his twisted plan. "I have found the secret to immortality," he yelled, aware that noone could here him. After experimenting with the zombies he had created using Organism X, he had finally found the secret to becoming immortal. Now the zombies would ignore him thinking he was one of there own, and he could release them to cleanse the world of humanity. "Goldor," he called, summoning a winged monster with golden armour "You have been loyal to me, as you were to my mother, and later my father," he said to the monster, who was now nodding his head in anticipation, expecting a reward. "So who better to test the affects of organism X on than you?"

The monster tried to escape, but the man shot a cloud of black vapor at the it. The monster convulsed as it breathed in the cloud, which was composed or organism X. Unlike the humans he had tested it on, Goldor became twice his size before becoming a zombie. The rest had just become zombies. The zombified monster walked up and was about to bite him, when he injected another syringe into himself. The zombie instead turned around and walked out of the room. It was really no different from the human zombies, which was proved by the scream of the maid. Bob R. Zedd pressed the button that would release his test zombies from their chambers. It is time to cleanse the world of the race that destroyed my parents, and replace them with zombies: beautiful, wonderful zombies!

Once again, the fate of the world would be in the hands of teenagers...with weapons!!!

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A/N: I hope you like the story, three guesses who Bob's parents are. Read and Review