Today's Prompt: Old Gods and Nature / (Post) Apocalypse
Warnings: Just cursing, fake guns, etc.
Ship: Implied Kiribaku

A/N: I'm a sucker for Rooster Teeth, mainly Achievement Hunter, but we aren't here for them. We're here for Immersion, the series where two "lab rats" are being put in scenarios similar to that of video games. The video game in question for today? Last of Us! Let's begin with these shenanigans, yeah?

Bakugou's POV

Survival games can put players in surprising situations that test not only their skill, but their resolve. Take "Last of Us", for example, which would drop a player into a zombie apocalypse. While being hung upside down, you gotta shoot zombies up like crazy.

And you know what?

We were stuck with an assessment just like this.

"Hanging upside down shouldn't affect your aim that much," Present Mic-sensei said with a smile. "Or would it?"

"We have a post-apocalyptic simulation center within the USJ, to test whether or not our students could be affected by being caught in a snare and hung upside-down as they fight off hoardes of zombies," Aizawa-sensei began. "The assessment includes tricky stunts, and several dozen volunteers and copies from Ectoplasm. One of you will be trapped upside down, bound to a refrigerator, which acts as the counterweight. Your partner is trying to rescue you. You need to work together to escape and avoid the duplicates as well. The hanging person will be armed with a gun to shoot duplicates, filled with paintballs. You need to protect yourself and your partner. The rescuing will happen by unlocking the locks connected to the refrigerator, all of the codes being scattered around the room. This is to see how quick you are in a rescue operation such as this, and how good you are at thinking on your feet, without your Quirks. The ones on the ground are not allowed to fight at all.

"Here are your groups!" Present Mic-sensei grinned, a screen appearing.

I searched for my name, taking a moment or two to find it.

Uraraka and Pinky, Todoroki and Dunce Face, Deku and Grape Head, Kirishima and Bakugou.

Oh boy.

"Questions?" Aizawa-sensei asked.

"What stops me from leaving my partner to rot?"

"Failing the test. We're keeping track of how many duplicates you shoot and how fast it takes you to solve the puzzles, so the faster the upside down person is released, the less duplicates they shoot. So it's better for you. Your partner also has a gun,"

"The first two will be Iida and Asui!" Present Mic-sensei whooped.

***

We were the fourth group to go, Kirishima being hung up first.

"How you feel?" I asked as Kirishima wiggled in his suspensions.

"I feel like if I throw up, it's going straight up my nostrils,"

"Which way are they coming from? That'd be useful," I shrugged.

"It's very calm before the storm, isn't it?" Kirishima mentioned.

"I should probably work on getting you down, shouldn't I?" I sighed.

Kirishima laughed, twisting and turning around to try getting a hang of being upside down.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Kirishima yelled all of a sudden.

"They're coming?"

"Get cracking!" Kirishima yelled.

Looking on the side of the refrigerator, I could see several sides with combinations written in purple marker, so I tried the first one.

"24, 26, 17," I mumured to myself, trying the corresponding purple lock.

"My aim is off!"

"You're hitting them though!"

"It's kinda hard not to shoot them in the face," 

"Shit! One of the codes didn't work,"

"Oh, it didn't?" Kirishima asked, shooting the last duplicate of the first wave.

"Thank god they're slow," I sighed, working on another.

"Bakugou, be careful, boy," Kirishima said as a paint ball whizzed over my head.

"Let me know when they're coming for me,"

Turning the lock right, then left, then right again, and it didn't work as a hand grazed my arm.

"I wedged the fucking gun!" Kirishima yelled.

"You should unwedge it then!"

POP!

"There we go!"

We really have no way for the person upside to reorient themselves, do we?

"It's like swimming!"

Left.

Right.

Click.

"Got one!" I said with a grin, pulling it off. "They're kinda in my way, here,"

Shit, they're coming through the garage entrance and I can't get to that damn fridge.

"I can't see what I'm doing over there! It's too bright!"

"Can you clear them out by the safe?" I asked.

"Got it!" Kirishima cocked his gun, and got one with a gut shot.

Then another.

Then another.

"Dude, you're nailing them!"

"Son of a bitch! God damn it!" Kirishima hissed, throwing away an empty cartridge and reloading with another one the best he could.

"This is an absolute fuck ton of duplicates!"

I fidgeted with another lock, only for it to come loose in my hands.

"Got two!"

But that happy victory was cut short.

"I can't find the last code. We might be in trouble here,"

I hopped over duplicate bodies that still remained, muttering curses under my breath.

"You see any green, Kirishima?"

"If you think I'm thinking about anything other than this swarm of duplicates, then you're having a laugh, dude," 

Kirishima was using his concentrated voice. His voice would go deeper and more gravelly, and most of the sunshine he had in his voice would disappear.

Another name for that voice I use is the gay panic voice, because holy shit.

"Number, number-- WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?!"

"Oh shit me on the ass!"

I was running around, flipping over couch cushions and shit until I saw bright green tape.

"GOT IT! HANG ON!"

"You know, these copies are getting--" Kirishima paused to shoot. "Really damn close,"

"I'm getting kinda surrounded here!"

"Sorry!"

I began to keep my distance from any duplicates that appeared, jumping over the many duplicate corpses.

"THE GUN'S JAMMED! AT THE WORST FUCKING TIME!"

"Kiri, uh," I laughed nervously. "I'm kinda struggling here! There's a shitload of them!"

"I got you! I'll save you! You alright!"

"Jeez, oh fuck!" I yelled, leaping over a body.

Then an arm grabbed me by the back of the neck.

I froze.

"The first half of the test is over. Go get some water, and we'll proceed after a brief recess," Aizawa-sensei's voice boomed through the loud speaker, causing the hand to retreat.

I placed a hand on my neck as Cementoss-sensei came to open up the lock.

The chain fell a tad bit faster than he thought, so Kirishima landed on the ground with a thud.

"Aw, christ," he groaned sitting up.

***

"Dude, this sucks," I sighed, the world flipped.

"Yeah, you want anything?" he asked, all of the sunshine back in his voice.

"It was way better when you were hanging here and I wasn't,"

Kirishima sat down, only to get interrupted by the sounds of moans and groans.

"Alright, they're here!" he said, getting up.

I pulled out the gun, and with my finger on the trigger, I used my other hand to balance the gun a bit better.

"There's some coming, just so you know," I said, pressing on the trigger a few times.

"Are they near me?"

"I'm getting the hang of it, you'll be fine,"

"Shit, I messed that up!"

"It's cool,"

After a few tugs, a frustrated sigh left Kirishima.

"God damn it, I suck at locks, Bakugou!"

"Well, that's not great for either one of us, really,"

"I'm gonna try a different one," Kirishima said before leaving the fridge area.

"Shit," I hissed as the round I had ran out.

We are relying on me to stay calm and for Kirishima to be the smart one.

This will go very poorly.

"This is green, this is red... where the hell is the yellow lock?!" Kirishima asked.

"I don't fucking know!"

"Oh, there it is!"

"I'm reloading, so you might wanna get the fuck outta there, Kiri. There's one right next you," I said as I cocked the gun and fired.

The duplicate was hit square in the jaw.

"Bakugou, I suck!" Kirishima groaned.

"You're doing great, Kirishima, just keep it up!" I said as I hit another one right in the chest. "Damn, I'm amazing! I should hang upside down more!"

"Are you getting dizzy yet?"

"Little bit,"

"OH I GOT ONE!"

"NICE!"

I fired again, and nothing came out.

"Fuck, it's not empty though!" I hissed, batting at the gun with the heel of my palm. "There we go!"

"Dude, I feel like it's a lot of stress, which I am not handling well,"

"Oh, take your time," I began. "Don't worry. My brain's just slowly oozing out of my nose as we speak,"

"Ah! They're on my ass!" Kirishima hissed, dodging whatever he could as not to get attacked or struck in the head with a paintball.

I decided to take a risky move, and I shot through the ladder rungs, praying it'd work.

And it did.

"Damn, I'm good! You got one coming behind you, Kirishima!"

"Got another one!"

"Nice! Hurry up, man!"

"26... I'm almost there!"

"They're shuffling," I mumbled.

"Everyday they're shuffling, man,"

"Never speak again,"

"You're doing a great job, man!" 

"Shit, I gotta reload," I announced, to make sure Kirishima knew he didn't have backup for a few seconds.

I dropped the empty round, filling the gun up with another one.

"You're gonna wanna hur--" "GOT IT!"

"Are you serious?!" I asked.

"Yeah!"

"Report to class when you are done, and you'll get your results there,"

***

"You both failed one round due to Kirishima's inaccuracy with a gun and Bakugou's inability to unlock the locks in time. However, you passed the second round because you were in opposite positions," Aizawa-sensei said, basically stating the obvious. "You two managed to do it faster than other who passed, and your kill counts were higher. Although we don't want you to rely on murder to do your job, you both did quite well. We have ideas on what you two need to work on. You are dismissed,"

"Thank you, sensei," Kirishima and I said before bowing and exiting the room.

"Dude, I'm still super dizzy," I mumbled, putting a hand to my head.

"Need help walking back to the dorms? The rest of the class is either already there, doing the test, or getting their results, so the likelihood of someone seeing us is low,"

"Pick me up," I muttered with a pout.

"Sure thing, Bakugou," Kirishima said with a cute laugh. "Want to watch a movie later?"

"As long as it's not that damn Crimson Riot film, then yes,"

"Hey! It's a good movie!"

"Once! Only once!"

A/N: This is barely on time, even for me, but it is! I hope you enjoyed it, even though there wasn't a bunch of post-apocalyptic stuff, I had no clue what to do for this prompt. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! Stay safe, healthy, and spooky! - Septic / Spark / Spook