Something about the Theater of Vampires. A girl from my HS drama class, Rachel H., was there smoking a joint. Mr. Peat (who was one of my HS teachers) was there with a replacement class.
There was a subway/sewer explosion. My friend James died. So did a whole group of Hmong women who had been passing by. Then there was something involving military-style HALO parachuting.
Alien machines were exterminating mankind. Roaming robots with flamethrower heads and carving arms. They lived in the ruins; the walls were made of faces.