ok its mostly instrumental but can you try winnix + "aria" by oh hiroshima?
((I’m not sure if this is at all in keeping with the song, but something about it said post-apocalypse to me?? And then this got long and could have been SO MUCH LONGER, eep.))
The sign stretched across the highway used to say Welcome to Chicago, and the faded white letters still show through in spots, but they’ve been covered up by black spray paint, a much less inviting message: MOVE ON. STRANGERS UNWELCOME. Lew stops underneath it, so he has has to crane his neck upward and lift a hand to shield his eyes against the beating sun to read it. He’s seen similar ones outside other cities. TURN AROUND. GO BACK. TAKE A DIFFERENT ROUTE. Most of the time, he takes the signs’ advice. This time, he won’t.
He’s been following a trail that started somewhere in Pennsylvania. His third night away from home, he came to a house with a crude drawing scrawled on the door, something that looked like the sun sinking below a wave. When he went inside, he found the place clean and empty of that sweet-rotten smell that signaled death. He found a few cans in the cupboard and a jug of water in the bathroom. He found an unstained mattress and a pillow. After years of building his escape from New Jersey up in his mind, fearing roving bands of marauders or days without food, he instead had a full belly and a full eight hours of good sleep.
At the next town, he found a house with that same symbol, this time on the mailbox. Again he found food and a nice bed and enough water to brush his teeth and clean the sweat off his neck. Again he woke up the next day feeling rested. It happened the same way in the next town, and the next. He’d see the symbol on road signs and trees, directing him down one turn-off or another. Almost three weeks he’s walked, and he has found a safe haven at each stop. Now, he’s going into Chicago whether he’s welcome or not, because he’s become attached to the symbol and the person behind it, the person who must want him to be safe, the person who might be living here in this city waiting for him to come along.