The day was dark, all of the gladers were looking for the Safe Haven. They hadn't found anything yet and they were running out of time. Thomas was scouting a tree, as Brenda sat under him. The Safe Haven had to be close. Right?
"Do you think we'll find it," Brenda asked sounding lifeless, "find the Safe Haven?" "I don't know, but I sure don't wanna meet any cranks looking for it," Thomas replied sharply. "Keep looking!" Minho shouted from a distance.
There was a small pop beneath Thomas. He looked down to see what it was and he saw a little gecko, about 3-5 inches long. But that wasn't what drew his attention to the ground. There was footprints, they looked like a girl's boots. No bigger than a size 7.
Then he saw something that looked familiar. There was a note on the ground that had writing sprawled all over it. The writing said, "WICKED IS GOOD."
Did group B know about WICKED? Teresa sure did. Maybe it was Teresa. That means the gladers would have to find her. No matter what, she still meant the world to Thomas. Thomas jumped down from the tree to get a better look.
