Broken but not forgotten

Running up the stairs two by two and around the banisher I could see a door that was the cause of the fire with the largest flames I'd seen in the house coming from its sides, turning the door knob bright red. Walk up to the door and bracing myself to the heat to come I called out to the people behind the door to stand back. Once in reach of the door, mustering all the strength I could, I started kicking the door repeatedly as centered as possible until I could feel the hinges giving way. The door itself was splitting from the heat and stress until finally the hinges came off and the door split in two near the door knob because all its pieces had been melted together. Pushing it aside as I stepped through the frame I could see three men tied to chairs struggling trying to free themselves; two were sitting upright while the last was on his side on the floor. Quickly grabbing the knife I kept strapped to my boots I made my way to the men, first the one on the floor then the others, cutting the rope from their hands. Once free the roof began to give and we all ran for the door but the roof collapsed catching one of them along his legs. He howled in pain from the weight and heat, I turned around to drag his out when another set of hands came into view.