A black aircraft flew over the ocean before it hit the road and turned into a car. That would have turned some eyes, if the car had not rolled up into a stranger land. Two men stepped out, dressed in black suits.

"Okay, I guess something is going on with Japan, slick." One of the men looked around. The city was like a wasteland in one of those zombie games back in the west.

The other man let out a smile. "Yeah, K, I was right. You know what I'm saying?"

"I'm not apologizing over exported snack items." The man looked around. "How did HQ miss all this?"

"Uh, K?" His partner pointed to a white suit that just landed on their car. It looked quite fashionable, but it was also floating towards them after it had cut their car in half, connected by a red string. The two men shot at it, and yet, even though their weapons did burn holes, the clothing restitched itself. As the clothing flew towards them, neither party noticed another spectator until the clothing was shot with what looked like needles. The clothing stayed stilled as the men in black turned to their savior. He was riding some sort of two-legged robot, and if not for the cockpit, they would unknowingly assume he was naked. "It's not safe out here."

"We noticed." As they followed the man through the tunnels, now aware he wasn't wearing underwear, the men had some questions. "Alright, what's going on here?"

"Life Fibers are an alien race that stimulated the human race, and now, they are eating us like cattle. The Life Fibers is acting through Ragyo Kiryuin of Kiyruin Conglomerate and REVOCS, who sewed dormant Life Fibers into everyday clothing. It has been a month since they initiated their takeover, and we believe that the rest of the world is unaware because the Life Fibers they are wearing are hypnotizing them."

"Hm, we'll have to find out more about Life Fibers from HQ." The man concluded.

The other man looked surprised. "K, what happened to making up names and neuralizing them?"

"Slick, this isn't an alien invasion or an illegal colony. We just entered a full-blown operation for world domination-slash-destruction, and coming from an alien-relations bureau, that's bad news."

((Now is no longer a zombie-clothing apocolypse. It is now a fashionable alien invasion.))