…Or at least that’s what I tell myself when I’m walking my dog along the back fence of our apartment complex. The one that is fenced off with barbed wire and makes me feel like we live in District 12. This is the Capitol’s way of keeping us in you see. But don’t worry, we found a weakness in the fence so we can escape into the wilderness and hunt for food. Or you know… shop at the Wal-Mart it separates us from. Either way.